You can't only love the Qing Dynasty when you're eating the fruits of others' labor.

Chapter 113 Storming the Fan Manor and Seizing His Concubine

The back gate of the Fan residence.

Thump thump thump~ thump thump~
"Coming, coming, which son of a bitch is knocking on the door?"

The servant was stunned as soon as he opened the door.

Jiang Qingyun pushed him aside and walked straight inside, with the guards following closely behind, their hands on the hilts of their swords.

"Hey, who are you? Stop right there."

One of the guards stopped and grabbed the servant's collar, slapping him twice across the face.

"Noisy."

"Say one more word and I'll skin you alive."

……

The Fan family mansion is a typical wealthy courtyard house in Beijing, and it covers a large area.

Jiang Qingyun walked quickly, heading straight for his destination.

Inside the courtyard house, there are clear rules about which area people of different status live in, so just head straight for your destination.

They were stopped by two guards on the way.

"Take it."

The guards drew their swords and easily took control of the compound.

The north room is the owner's living area.

no one!

They came up empty-handed.
Then let's go to the east wing.

The east wing has always been the residence of the eldest son.

"You all wait outside."

"Yes."

Jiang Qingyun kicked the door open, entered the house, turned left, and walked into the warm study, where she happened to block Fan Chengmo and his concubine.

"Ah~"

The disheveled concubine screamed in alarm and grabbed a copy of Mencius to try to cover herself.

"No, no, this would be an insult to the sage."

Fan Chengmo panicked and snatched it away. The concubine, whose mental state was even more broken, grabbed a copy of the Book of Rites and used it to cover herself again.

……

Jiang Qingyun, holding a riding whip, walked step by step to the desk.

"You, you, you?"

Fan Chengmo was incoherent, his eyes darting around. He wanted to scold Jiang Qingyun, but dared not. He wanted to shield his concubine, but could not find a suitable weapon.

He was panicked.

The heart beats more than 160 times in an instant.

Oh no, it must be that thing that's happened.

However, my Fan family didn't participate. Why am I panicking? Fan Chengmo suddenly regained his courage. That's right, I'm innocent! I didn't join the anti-Chiang Kai-shek alliance at all! I'm neutral!
Jiang Qingyun remained silent, staring at Fan Chengmo.

……

“Imperial Censor Jiang, don’t be fooled by those people.”

“Wei Xiangshu, a junior official of the Hongwen Academy, did come. He tried his best to persuade my father and me to join, but my father and I ignored him.”

"You shouldn't have come to us."

"I'm telling the truth."

Fan Chengmo became increasingly incoherent as he spoke, sweat dripping from his forehead.

He looked up and found Jiang Qingyun staring at his concubine, and his mind went blank for a moment.

Could it be that...
Could it be that Dodo has been reincarnated?

……

The thread-bound edition of the "Book of Rites" was moved aside, and the concubine didn't even dare to raise her head. She crossed her slender arms, trying to cover her front, and her fox-like eyes drooped.

Jiang Qingyun lifted her chin.

laughed:

"With a beautiful woman by his side, Master Fan has quite the refined taste."

“Imperial Censor Jiang, let her go, she is my concubine.”

Jiang Qingyun pretended not to hear, grabbed the concubine's wrist and pulled her into his arms with a little force.

"Ah~"

Unsurprisingly, this elicited another scream.

With another man's concubine in his arms, sitting in a large armchair, Jiang Qingyun finally spoke.

"Fan Chengmo, be honest."

"For the sake of our colleagues, we can be lenient if we confess."

"I know everything. It all depends on whether you're honest or not."

……

Fan Chengmo's psychological defenses completely collapsed, and he recounted the whole story in a jumbled mess over the course of a cup of tea.

Jiang Qingyun listened to this while his hands were busy.

Up, down, left, right, front, back, and back~
What a wonderful experience! No wonder Dodo was willing to lose 15 Niru to snatch Fan Wencheng's woman.

Full of fun!

“Imperial Censor Jiang, I have finished speaking.”

"Ah."

Jiang Qingyun stood up and pushed the person over. The jade was returned to its rightful owner, completely unharmed, without even a scratch.

"I believe you, but I still want to remind you: don't play with fire, or you will get burned. Don't move stones, or you'll drop them on your own feet."

"I do not have it."

"Just because you didn't do it doesn't mean you didn't think it."

After saying that, Jiang Qingyun strode away.

……

Hanging flower gate.

Jiang Qingyun met Fan Wencheng, who had just returned from outside.

The slender Fan Wencheng, dressed in a crane-patterned robe, a ruby-embroidered hat, and adorned with coral beads, stopped in his tracks in astonishment.

The two were about 1 zhang apart.
Eyes facing each other.

Jiang Qingyun held the riding whip, showing no intention of paying his respects to his superior.

Fan Wencheng waved his hand.

"Go down."

All the servants in the vicinity left.

"Imperial Censor Jiang, I suspect you've heard some rumors. Yes, that's right, someone in the court wants to impeach you."

"What does the Grand Secretary think?"

"If the evidence is complete and irrefutable, I will take the lead in impeaching whoever it is. It is the duty of a civil official to eliminate treacherous officials and safeguard the country. However, I believe that the charges against you that those people have gathered are not detailed enough, lack evidence, and cannot withstand scrutiny."

"The Grand Secretary truly lives up to his reputation as a veteran of three reigns, always putting the Qing Dynasty first."

Fan Wencheng remained calm.

"It was nothing more than a matter of public interest."

The harshest tone was used to say the softest words.

His adaptability is exceptional.

Jiang Qingyun thought to himself, "This seems to be my word. Last time at the morning court session, when the first anti-Jiang alliance collapsed, I used the word 'public-mindedness'."

……

"Farewell."

"Wait a minute."

"Ok?"

"Imperial Censor Jiang should go through the back door; it won't attract attention."

"Your Excellency has shown great consideration. Thank you."

Watching Jiang Qingyun's retreating figure, Fan Wencheng quickly leaned against the hanging flower gate, feeling dizzy and weak in his limbs, quite frightened.

"Someone is coming."

"master?"

"Tell everyone in the manor that anyone who dares to discuss today's events in any setting will be sold into slavery."

"Yes."

The butler hurried off to deliver the message.

Fan Chengmo arrived, and wept bitterly.

"Father! That Jiang Qingyun is going too far! He barged into my room and assaulted my concubine!"

Fan Wencheng remained calm, as if he hadn't heard anything, and wrote down a line: "My heart is like a lodestone, it will not rest until it points south."

He picked up the Xuan paper.

"Mo'er, how is my handwriting?"

……

South City Military Command.

"I am Fang Chongshan, the Prefectural Magistrate of Shuntian Prefecture. I have come here on the orders of the Prefectural Assistant to deliver an official letter."

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Fang."

Fang Chongshan didn't suspect anything; he just needed to get a stamped reply so he could go back.

Unexpectedly~
The next moment, he was tied up.

There was no torture or beating; they simply explained the consequences of not confessing, and Fang Chongshan confessed to the person who gave him the gold ingot.

He was Zhao Er, the head constable of Shuntian Prefecture.

"Sir, what should we do?"

"Prepare the medicine according to the prescription and have Magistrate Fang drink it."

Jiang Qingyun was prepared and took out a prescription.

……

Shuntian Prefecture Magistrate Tong Guogang resorted to his old tricks again, his schemes of scheming against his subordinates always coming true. Zhao Er, the head of the fast-paced troupe, was kidnapped by the Five Cities Garrison while on official duty alone.

There's no need to be polite to minor characters.

Various punishments were applied in turn.

In just half an hour, Zhao Er, his flesh mangled and bloody, confessed.

“Wei Xiangshu, a junior scholar in the Hongwen Academy, is my distant cousin. He asked me to do it.”

Jiang Qingyun was relieved when the testimonies from both sides matched.

“Silence Zhao Er.”

"Send a few people to stake out near Wei Xiangshu's house and find out his comings and goings patterns."

(End of this chapter)