My father ordered me to kill the emperor, but His Majesty bestowed a princess upon me instead.

A private letter from the Jiangbei governor was placed on the old warehouse table.

There is only one sentence on the front.

If Imperial Censor Shen can revive the dead in Yong'an, then come to Qingzhou.

I have 847 left here.

There is a very faint red mark on the back.

Two crescent moons facing each other.

A thin line runs through the middle.

Two crimson moons.

Zhao Yue said that this was a verification stamp that had to be affixed when the old register of deaths from the epidemic in Jiangbei was updated after the fourteenth year of Chengxi.

Without this slip, the old register cannot leave the county.

The back of the private letter sent by the governor now contains...

However, this was not mentioned in the official order for the replacement of the registers issued to the three prefectures.

This is very interesting.

A person used his official seal to order others to collect the records.

They also sent us a private message reminding us that the documents bearing the official seal were not in accordance with regulations.

If he's not mentally unwell, then he's waiting for someone to investigate him.

I looked at Fang Chengli.

He hasn't left Yong'an yet.

Lin Huan has already assigned three hundred of the governor's servants to copy the registers.

They originally came to collect their debts.

Now, sitting outside the old warehouse, each person has a small table, and their wrists ache from copying.

Fang Chengli's face also looked sour.

I sent him a private message.

Have you seen it before?

"no."

"Didn't you bring it?"

"The letter was sealed by the governor himself."

"Give it to me seven days in advance."

"Just say that if Lord Shen blocks the three ministries from collecting the registers, then we will hand them over."

"You don't know the contents?"

"I don't know."

"What about the red double crescent moon?"

Fang Chengli read the back of the letter.

His expression changed slightly.

"I've only seen it in old files."

"Does the governor's office still have this review slip?"

"no."

"Where did the letter come from?"

Fang Chengli shook his head.

I looked at him.

"have no idea?"

"I really don't know."

He answered very firmly.

Unlike Sun Jing, who knows everything but only pretends not to know.

Fang Chengli has been working for the governor from yesterday to today.

First, we must collect the old records.

After discovering that the person was alive, there were no real officers to seize him.

His men are still sitting outside copying down our names.

He may not be clean.

At least they know what human life is.

Bai Zhi took the letter under the lamp.

"The red thread is not ink."

"It's line dyeing."

"Someone pressed an extremely fine red thread onto the paper and then covered it with a double-moon seal."

She gently pried open the back of the paper with a silver needle.

Sure enough, they found a nearly invisible red thread.

It's not a drawing.

It's a real thread.

Xiao Lingyi said, "The old review slips from Changning never had lines drawn on them."

"Because ink can be imitated."

"The thread must be obtained from the Imperial Wardrobe."

Clothing thread.

They took it back.

I asked, "What line?"

Xiao Lingyi watched for a while.

"Red silk thread used for sewing the lining of sick clothes in the palace."

"It was discontinued fourteen years after Chengxi."

"Are the old warehouses of the Imperial Wardrobe still there?"

"no."

"Qin Shangyi said that the old thread was completely sealed after the late empress passed away."

"Where to seal off?"

"The old warehouse west of Taichang City".

That old talisman box, now replaced with stone, was the place it should have passed through.

The red line may have been transferred away along with the old talisman from the Bingfang house.

But the governor of Jiangbei was able to deliver a letter seven days ago.

This indicates that the items in the Taichang Old Treasury did not only begin to flow out last night.

Someone has already divided it up.

Lanling Fifth Line may not have been temporarily taken over by Madam Wang.

Instead, many years ago, medicine, clothing, doors, food, and water were delivered to those in need.

I put the letter away.

"Go to Qingzhou."

Xiao Lingyi looked at the stone gate.

"you go."

"Your Highness, please stay?"

There are two people here.

"There are also 72 newly reinstated residents."

"Even genuine products require evidence from all three parties."

She made it very clear.

But I'm still a little worried.

It's not that I'm worried she won't be able to hold on.

She was worried that the people inside the door would bring up some old stories, and she would have to bear it all alone.

Xiao Lingyi seemed to read my mind.

"Shen An".

"Your subject is here."

"I am not someone you're waiting for to come back and save."

"I understand."

"If you know, then leave."

I nodded.

When we reached the stone gate, my mother was awake.

When she heard that I was going to Qingzhou, she knocked once.

I pressed myself against the crack in the door.

"Does Mother have something to say?"

A very soft sound came from inside.

"The governor..."

"Liang Su?"

"I've never heard of that name."

When she was imprisoned in Shimen, Liang Su may not have been an official yet.

"What should I say?"

"Those sitting in the lobby are not necessarily the worst."

She paused for a moment.

"It may not be the best."

This reminder is very helpful.

It's almost the same as not being reminded at all.

Like an imperial edict.

The law of the state must not be disregarded because of the relationship between father and son.

Nor should national laws be used to suppress human sentiment.

Elders often say that you're on the right track, but success depends entirely on your own efforts.

I said, "I understand."

"besides."

"Mother said..."

"Don't just look at how many people he's hiding."

"Let's see why he won't let anyone come back."

A thought struck me.

"Did Liang Su know about the live granary?"

There was no further response from behind the door.

She is tired.

Physician Song cursed at me through the door.

"We'll talk about this next time."

"If she stays awake for even a moment longer, today's medicine will have been wasted."

I had no choice but to get up.

Before leaving, Xiao Lingyi kept the first real card in her own hand.

Bai Song sent three copies via private message.

The original document was also kept in Yong'an.

I only brought the governor's private letter and the list of those who had been verified.

Bai Zhi was somewhat reluctant to part with the real product.

After walking out of the warehouse, he looked back twice.

I asked, "Are you worried that His Highness might lose it?"

"No."

"Then what are you looking at?"

"First time finding a real card."

"It was left behind before it even got warm."

Ah Liu said, "Miss Bai, the evidence cannot be kept warm."

Bai Zhi looked at him.

"You can earn money every month."

Ah Liu immediately shut up.

We took eight imperial guards and six censors with us to Qingzhou.

Yan Xiaoyi rode ahead on horseback.

Fang Chengli took the initiative to accompany him.

He said he needed to return to the governor's office to report back.

I think his main concern was that if he stayed behind, Lin Huan would arrange for the three hundred constables to confiscate all the old accounts of the three prefectures.

From Yong'an to Qingzhou Prefecture, it takes a day and a half by fast horse.

After walking for half a day, we encountered three carriages belonging to the governor's office at the East Post Station in Qingzhou.

The seal on the vehicle reads:

New records of deaths from the epidemic in the three prefectures north of the Yangtze River.

Fang Chengli reined in his horse.

"The new register should be copied uniformly in Qingzhou Prefecture."

"Why has it already been sent out?"

The guards immediately dismounted when they saw him.

"Deputy Envoy Fang."

"This was urgently issued by the Department of Experience last night."

"Where to send it?"

"Yong'an, Qingfeng, and Qingzhou South County."

Fang Chengli's expression changed.

"Why are the new copies being issued before the old ones have even been collected?"

The escort couldn't answer.

They only produced the vehicle dispatch documents from the driver's office.

The seal belongs to the governor's office.

The signature, however, was not Liang Su's.

The person in charge wrote:

Xu Mingzhang, Registrar of the Bureau of Experience.

Fang Chengli asked, "Was Xu Mingzhang still in Qingzhou yesterday?"

"exist."

"When did he have the authority to issue the comprehensive register of the three ministries?"

The escort lowered his head.

"Your humble servant will simply deliver it."

Another short segment.

Everyone is only concerned with their own wheel.

I had someone drive me.

The escort immediately stopped them.

"The new book has been sealed and verified; it must not be opened without authorization."

I took out the imperial edict to open the account.

"Is it possible now?"

He looked at Fang Chengli.

Fang Chengli remained silent for a moment.

"open."

The first car was full of blank new booklets.

The county name has already been written on the cover.

The inside pages, however, do not contain any names.

The same applies to the second car.

Until the third one was opened.

The upper level is still empty.

Its floor is half an inch higher than the other two vehicles.

Yan Xiaoyi used the tip of his knife to pry it open.

There was a stack of thin wooden sticks underneath.

There are a total of 847 pieces.

Each wooden tag has two numbers written on it.

Old death registration.

New resettlement number.

No name.

Bai Zhi picked up a stalk at random.

Old place of death:

In Qingzhou Nanxian County, the plague claimed thirty-one lives.

New resettlement number:

Qingzhou Relief Work Camp, number 107.

Take another one.

Old place of death:

In Qingfeng, the ninth death from the plague occurred.

New resettlement number:

Temporary worker at the saltworks, with the character "salt" in his name forty-two.

All 847 dead people have been given new homes.

But no one was rewritten to their original name.

Fang Chengli's face was very ugly.

"The governor is unaware of this matter."

I looked at him.

How can you be sure?

"The Qingzhou Relief Work Camp was established by the Governor three years ago."

"Specially for accepting unregistered refugees after disasters."

"He never allowed the camp to only record numbers."

"Everyone must leave their old name, place of origin, and family information."

"These wooden tags only have numbers."

"He didn't make the decision."

Bai Zhi pulled out a report from the bottom of the dark layer.

The content is:

Liang Su, the governor of Qingzhou, secretly harbored 847 families who died from the plague.

They gathered a crowd under the guise of providing relief.

The intention is unclear.

Please immediately withdraw your seal and hold the perpetrator accountable.

Forty-three local gentry from Qingzhou had already affixed their seals at the end of the document.

The date written is tomorrow.

Liang Su hasn't seen me yet.

The confession has been written.

Even more coincidentally, there was also a confession in the attachment to the report.

Censor Shen An discovered that Liang Su was privately supporting unregistered persons.

unambiguous evidence.

Please have the imperial court handle this.

My signature is left below the confession.

Ah Liu sighed after reading it.

"Young master, you've been very busy lately."

"The confession arrived before the person did."

I put the paper away.

"Hurry up."

The identity that Madam Wang wrote for me was that of the young master of the Southwest.

Now someone in Qingzhou has written a witness statement for me, testifying to the governor.

Any slower, and I might have sent Liang Su to prison before I even saw what he looked like.