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As long as someone like Jia Huan doesn't provoke others, what problems could there be?

Before taking any action, he had already understood all the possible consequences and had also done a very detailed study of the Embroidered Uniform Guard. His mindset was quite stable.

Jia Huan believed that the Embroidered Uniform Guard had thoroughly investigated his situation.

There's no need to act crazy or foolish; when it's time to perform, you can't pretend to be cowardly.

"Do you know why I was so quick to seek revenge and avenge the master?"

"That old scoundrel's actions were simply too disgusting. I couldn't help myself for a moment, and I'm naturally worried that other officials who want to take advantage of the situation will follow suit!"

"Do you think I'm too young to understand the ways of the Censorate? That old scoundrel is nothing but a scoundrel among the censors, and he's incredibly adept at flattering the powerful and belittling the weak!"

"How many veteran censors are there in the Censorate? At his age, he's still just a supervising censor. How much importance can he possibly have in the Censorate?"

The two low-ranking military officers from the Embroidered Uniform Guard looked at each other in disbelief. They hadn't expected that Jia Huan, at such a young age, would be so knowledgeable about the ins and outs of the Censorate.

Knowing the inside story, they naturally weren't afraid of a united attack from the Censorate; at most, it would just be a bluff. They wouldn't waste much energy on that veteran censor.

The Censorate is a place where people seek fame and prestige. Once you become famous, you're either promoted internally or quickly transferred to a post outside the Censorate.

No ambitious censor would think of staying in the Censorate and languishing there without being promoted.

If such a person were to actually exist, he would be the corrupt censor that Jia Huan mentioned.

There's no way around it; the Censorate is a notoriously incorruptible government office, which also means there's not much money to be made there.

If one's family isn't wealthy enough, their salary alone simply can't cover the high cost of living in the capital. How many people could possibly endure being an official, especially a powerful and respected censor who commands respect from all other officials, living a life of poverty and hardship?

As for accepting money privately, that's a very dangerous thing.

Even without peer supervision, once you take the money, you have to do things for others, and if you don't do something right, you could be finished.

In the officialdom of the capital, taking sides haphazardly is extremely taboo; sometimes you don't even know how you've gotten yourself into trouble.

And so it was; basically, any censor who gained some fame would be quickly promoted and leave the Censorate.

Another point is that being an imperial censor makes it easy to offend other colleagues.

Young censors are the most driven; they dare to impeach anything for fame, even risking their lives. They are the sharpest blades that the emperor and powerful figures love to use.

However, once an imperial censor gets old and becomes a thoroughly cunning and shrewd official, he becomes unpopular.

When they were young, they lacked the courage to stand out, and when they got older, they were unwilling to leave the Censorate. The most likely reason for this was to protect the families behind them.

As an imperial censor, he wielded considerable influence over local officials.

The veteran censor that Jia Huan was targeting was precisely such a figure.

He smiled contentedly and said leisurely, "If I'm not too impatient, given enough time, it wouldn't be difficult to ruin that old scoundrel's reputation!"

"That old scoundrel is definitely not a saint. His family is probably just so-so!"

"If I specifically assign someone to keep a close eye on him, what will happen to him and his family?"

Jia Huan said to himself, "We'll soon be able to gather all sorts of information about how he and his family violated court laws and official conduct!"

"I'll send a few hooligans to their doorstep every day to spread rumors. A month will be enough to ruin that old scoundrel's reputation. How will he be able to stay in the Censorate then?"

He clicked his tongue as he spoke, his expression cold and his eyes sharp as knives.

The two low-ranking military officers from the Embroidered Uniform Guard felt a chill run down their spines upon hearing this, as they felt that such an idea was extremely malicious.

However, it must be said that just thinking about it makes it clear that such a vicious idea is quite feasible.

At this point, the two of them didn't want to listen anymore, and the conversation abruptly ended.

As for Jia Huan's plan to ambush the veteran censor, and that specially made firecracker, they didn't even ask about it.

Judging from the maturity and rationality this kid displayed in his previous words, it couldn't be simpler.

Soon, the two of them organized their conversation with Jia Huan and handed it over to their superiors.

The high-ranking officials of the Embroidered Uniform Guard were amazed after seeing it. If Jia Huan weren't still so young and they didn't know what he would be like when he grew up, they would want to recruit him into the Embroidered Uniform Guard and train him intensively.

Given this kid's somewhat reckless behavior and calm, rational mind, the Embroidered Uniform Guard might have even greater potential under his leadership!

A veteran censor just ordered it blown up like that, he's really outrageous!

That evening, Jia Huan borrowed a bundle of straw mats from the soldiers of the Embroidered Uniform Guard and simply made a makeshift bed on the floor in the flower hall, where he slept soundly.

Little did they know how many people couldn't sleep that night because of him.

The next morning, the Emperor obtained Jia Huan's 'confession'. After reading it, he couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Such a young age and already so roguish. I wonder where he learned that?"

Dai Quan stood to the side, seemingly oblivious to everything, but a slight ripple stirred within him.

It's quite remarkable that Jia Huan, at such a young age, has attracted so much attention.

Just like how being controversial is still considered popular on the internet, it deserves a little attention.

"Remember to tell the Embroidered Uniform Guard to let that kid stay there for three days before letting him leave!"

Now, setting aside Jia Huan's 'confession,' he spoke with a relaxed and leisurely expression.

In his confession, Jia Huan repeatedly refers to himself as an "old scoundrel," which actually reflects the sentiments of people today.

He was actually quite dissatisfied with the group of seasoned censors in the Censorate. He just couldn't find fault with them and couldn't do anything about it for the time being.

It's quite pleasing to see a reckless young man step forward and give a veteran censor a good slap in the face.

However, once the court session began, his good mood quickly vanished.

Although the censors of the Censorate would not launch a full-scale attack, necessary impeachments were still inevitable, and then the Second Master Zheng was subjected to another wave of impeachments.

If a son is not taught, it is the father's fault; this is a matter of course!

A few people with screws loose, or rather, those with ulterior motives, actually suggested that we teach that audacious brat Jia Huan a lesson today.

The reasoning is quite sound: someone so young is already so bold; if they aren't properly guided, what will become of them when they grow up? They might just become a menace.

"Go to hell with this scourge!" I was so annoyed that I almost swore.

It would be utterly shameful for an emperor to argue with a child who was "standing up for his father."

If things go wrong, it could become a laughing stock in the streets of Beijing.

His intentions are despicable, truly despicable!

Even without the emperor speaking up or his trusted subordinates stepping forward, the bigwigs of the Xun Gui Group were already unhappy.

Damn it, it's true that scholars are all black-hearted. They actually verbally attacked a child. Their behavior was so vile and their intentions so malicious that it's outrageous!

What a joke!

Last night, they patted their chests in front of Master Zheng to guarantee Jia Huan's safety.

If this were to fall into the hands of a bunch of scheming officials in the imperial court, how would they have the face to deal with Lord Zheng in the future?

In short, a group of officials of the third rank and above started arguing over Jia Huan's matter.

If they hadn't had some reservations and given the current emperor some face, it wouldn't have been just a simple argument; it might have escalated into a full-blown fight.

His face is as black as the bottom of a pot these days!

If it weren't for the emperor's reputation, he probably would have jumped up and started cursing.

These are the high-ranking officials and nobles of the Great Qian Dynasty; I wonder what they're all thinking.

It's such a trivial matter concerning a mere child that they're openly discussing and arguing about it. It's utterly shameful and makes one wonder about the intelligence level of these court officials.

In fact, the court was facing a host of troublesome issues that needed to be resolved, each one particularly thorny and causing headaches for all the officials and even the current emperor.

Putting aside everything else, the serious financial problems alone have been troubling the court for quite some time.

It's not that there's no way, but rather that all the solutions are ideas that would offend people. No matter who comes up with them, they will ultimately become targets for many court officials and bureaucrats.

To be honest, even the Grand Secretary wouldn't dare to get involved in these matters easily.

If you know that discussing financial issues will not yield results, why bother putting your mind to it?

It would be better to use the matter of Jia Huan as an excuse to have some fun together. As for those troublesome matters, we can discuss them after today.

In short, when the current emperor returned to the imperial study, he was shrouded in an indescribable sense of gloom.

Then, on his desk, he saw the memorial submitted by that unfortunate veteran censor.

He subconsciously picked it up and flipped through it, but the contents made him grimace. He then threw the lengthy memorial aside and ignored it.

What a shameless old official! He still has the nerve to write a memorial with snot and tears streaming down his face, pleading with the emperor to do him justice. Does he have no shame at all?

Soon after, the Second Master Zheng's self-defense memorial also arrived.

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What else could the Second Master Zheng say in his memorials?

Naturally, he admitted that he had failed in his duty to raise his son and asked the court for punishment.

As for the other faults that were impeached by the court officials, he admitted to all of them and apologized for each one.

He was practically weeping and begging for forgiveness from the emperor.

Of course, while apologizing and feeling extremely guilty, he hoped that the court and the current emperor would not be too harsh on Jia Huan, considering his young age, and that he would teach him a lesson when he returned.

This memorial made the emperor's lips twitch repeatedly.