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On Zhuque Avenue, tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians were completely silent.

Everyone was stunned by the extremely bizarre scene before them, leaving their minds blank.

The dead are coming back to life?

Suing the prince?

Or should we use the horrifying charge of "witchcraft"?

This amount of information is so overwhelming that it caused everyone's brains to crash.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the imperial court was tense and on the verge of conflict.

Prince Zhao Xi of Jing, along with a group of censors and officials, launched a fierce attack on Grand Secretary Ouyang Xiu.

"Lord Ouyang! As the head of all officials, you have shielded Jiang Lin, a wicked man, allowing him to disregard human life and wreak havoc on the court! Do you live up to the Emperor's trust? Do you live up to the people of the world?" A censor spoke vehemently, spittle flying from his lips.

"The Zhou family's young master's body is barely cold, and you're still here defending Jiang Lin! Have you lost your conscience?"

"We beseech Your Majesty to issue an imperial decree to imprison Jiang Lin and Ouyang Xiu together, and to execute them in accordance with the law!"

Ouyang Xiu stood in the hall, facing accusations from all sides, his face ashen, yet he remained silent.

He believed in Jiang Lin.

But he had no evidence.

Zhou Yuan is dead, that's a fact. Jiang Lin's methods of scholarship are ruthless, that's also a fact. Anything he says now will seem pale and powerless.

Zhao Zhen, sitting on the dragon throne, also looked exhausted and troubled.

He admired Jiang Lin's talent and knew that Jiang Lin was working for the Song Dynasty. But now, Jiang Lin had made a huge mess. The death of a powerful nobleman's son was enough to stir up a monstrous wave and shake the court that he had finally managed to stabilize.

He was about to speak, to say a few words to smooth things over and put the matter aside for now.

Just then, a eunuch tumbled and crawled into the main hall, his voice shrill and distorted.

"Report! Your Majesty! Something terrible has happened!"

"What's the matter that you're so alarmed?" Zhao Zhen asked, frowning.

"Jiang... Jiang Shanchang... he... he brought Zhou Yuan's coffin to... Zhuque Street and... he brought Zhou Yuan back to life!"

The eunuch said breathlessly.

"What?!"

The entire hall erupted in chaos.

"Nonsense! How can the dead come back to life?"

"Nonsense! It must be Jiang Lin's trick!"

King Zhao Xi of Jing felt his heart sink. He had an extremely ominous premonition.

Before he could react, the eunuch continued shouting:

"Zhou Yuan... Zhou Yuan even wrote a letter in blood, accusing... accusing Your Highness, Prince Jing, of... of using witchcraft to murder him! Now, Jiang Shanchang is leading tens of thousands of people outside the palace gates, begging Your Majesty to do justice for you... no, for him!"

"boom!"

These words struck the center of the hall like a thunderbolt.

All eyes immediately turned to King Zhao Xi of Jing.

Zhao Xi's face turned deathly pale in an instant, completely devoid of color.

His mind went blank, leaving only two words: It's over.

He couldn't understand how Jiang Lin had broken the "Midnight Soul-Severing Gu" curse. He had spent a fortune to obtain it from the high priest of the southwestern barbarians, and it was said to be incurable!

He couldn't understand why Jiang Lin would use this "resurrection and public complaint" method to expose the matter.

This approach is too extreme, too brutal, and leaves absolutely no room for compromise!

Is this a complete break with him and the entire royal family?

"Brother Wang," Zhao Zhen's voice, emanating from the dragon throne, was devoid of emotion, yet carried an unprecedented chill, "Do you have anything to say?"

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, I am innocent!" Zhao Xi knelt down with a thud, trembling like a leaf. "Your Majesty! This is slander! It's that wicked Jiang Lin who is spouting lies! Your Majesty... Your Majesty, I am utterly loyal to the Song Dynasty, as the sun and moon can attest. How could I possibly have committed such a treasonous act?"

"Whether it's slander or not, we'll find out by investigating." A voice came from outside the hall.

Jiang Lin, dressed in white mourning clothes, helped Zhou Yuan, whose face was pale but whose eyes were unusually firm, step by step, into the Chui Gong Hall.

There was no one behind them.

But everyone felt as if tens of thousands of angry people and scholars from all over the world stood behind them.

"Jiang Lin! How dare you trespass into the main hall!" an imperial censor shouted sternly.

Jiang Lin didn't even glance at him, and walked straight to the center of the hall, holding up the blood-written petition high.

"Your Majesty, we have witnesses and physical evidence. We request that you order a thorough investigation of the Prince of Jing's residence!"

"Furthermore," Jiang Lin paused, his gaze sweeping over the officials and censors who had just been shouting, "this humble subject would like to ask you gentlemen: who just said I disregarded human life? Who said I was incompetent in my scholarship? Who wanted to throw me into prison and execute me according to the law?"

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was like a resounding slap across their faces.

Those officials and censors who dared to speak out turned red in the face, fell silent as if trembling in fear, and dared not utter another word.

Are you kidding me? They can bring the dead back to life. What's the difference between their skills and those of a god? Fighting a god? They haven't lived enough yet.

"Zhou Yuan." Jiang Lin looked at the boy beside him.

Zhou Yuan took a deep breath. Although his body was still very weak, his back was straight.

He addressed Zhao Zhen on the dragon throne, proclaiming loudly, "Student Zhou Yuan accuses Prince Zhao Xi of three grave crimes!"

"Firstly, they associate with the barbarians of the southwest, privately practice witchcraft and sorcery, and harm court students; this is utterly lawless!"

"Secondly, they framed the Jingshi Academy, intending to suppress practical learning and hinder the nation's reform and strengthening; this is a scourge to the country and its people!"

"Thirdly, as members of the royal family, instead of serving the country, they engage in factionalism, persecution, and the suppression of loyal officials for their own selfish interests. This is disloyal and unjust!"

"These three crimes combined are an unforgivable offense! Your Majesty, I beg you to do justice for the students! To do justice for Jingshi Academy! To cleanse the house of our Great Song Dynasty!"

Zhou Yuan's words were resounding and powerful.

The light that shone in his eyes made everyone feel unfamiliar.

Is this still the same playboy who only knows how to eat, drink, and have fun?

This is clearly a warrior of unwavering integrity and fearlessness!

Jiang Lin looked at him with satisfaction.

For Zhou Yuan, this ordeal was a "pledge of allegiance".

With his own life, he offered Jiang Lin and Jing Shi Academy the heaviest pledge of allegiance.

From this day forward, he will no longer be the young master who needs the protection of his family, but the sharpest sword of Jingshi Academy.

In the main hall, Zhao Zhen's face was so gloomy it seemed to drip water.

He looked at Zhao Xi, who was kneeling on the ground and trembling, and then at Jiang Lin and Zhou Yuan, who were standing upright in the hall.

He knew that there was no room for negotiation on this matter.

"Guards!" Zhao Zhen's voice was filled with barely suppressed rage. "Take Prince Jing, Zhao Xi, to the Imperial Clan Court to await further orders! Thoroughly investigate the Prince Jing's residence; all those involved must be severely punished!"

……

The King of Jing has fallen.

This news was like a magnitude 12 earthquake, instantly shaking the entire Song Dynasty.

No one expected that this seemingly virtuous king, who was usually indifferent to worldly affairs and only knew how to compose poems, was actually the biggest venomous snake hiding behind Wu Chong and Cai Jing.

Even more unexpectedly, it was an unknown teenager who brought him down, and a farcical "resurrection".