Quick Transmigration System: Talking about the cultivation of a delicate woman!

Chapter 243 The Emperor's New Clothes [40]

"Oh, I'd like to hear about corruption and bribery." An Ran looked at the prime minister whose expression had changed, and said with a smile.

None of the officials in the imperial court have ever been involved in corruption or bribery. What can be said is that no one has a criminal record.

As long as the bottom line is not touched, everyone will generally turn a blind eye and let it pass.

As for exposing, it happened to be in An Ran's arms, and he was thinking about getting rid of the prime minister, so someone chose to expose.

An Ran didn't need to worry so much, after listening to the other party read the regulations one by one, the bribes alone amounted to 10 taels of gold.

Now it's time to prepare for war, and I just copied a few rich people's old houses, not only can I earn my prestige among the people.

You can also get a wealth that is even much larger than the national treasury. This is the traditional method of all those in power.

"In that case, let's take it down for investigation."

"Your majesty and humble minister are wronged." The prime minister knelt down on the marble floor with a heavy plop.

The sound of bones and stones colliding with each other made An Ran feel pain.

"Procrastinate." An Ran didn't even give him a look.

The one in the palace was pregnant, so the prime minister was sent to prison first, and his wife and concubines were sent in together.

But what Anran didn't expect was that Zhang Qinran in the palace and Zhang Changlin and his son outside were in harmony.

When An Ran went back, he was called over by the maid sent by Zhang Qinran, and saw another big show.

An Ran sat on the main seat, looked at the group of people kneeling down with Wu Yangyang, and knew what happened.

Drinking the tea brought by the maid in the tea hands, listening to the excuse below, it was nothing more than wronging everything.

An Ran was also willing to cooperate, looking at Xie Zhihuai who was crying sadly while protecting his stomach, he said comfortingly: "In this case, let's invite a few more imperial physicians to take the pulse together and we'll know."

Xie Zhihuai was completely panicked, originally thought that the emperor would turn towards him, after all, he was the emperor's only child in his stomach.

If you really invited several other imperial physicians to take the pulse together, you would not be able to hide your child's month at all.

"Your Majesty, does your Majesty not trust the concubine? The concubine is carrying the emperor's child." Xie Zhihuai repeatedly emphasized who the child belonged to.

But when Xie Zhihuai raised his eyes to look at An Ran's matter, he was instantly silenced by the mockery in the other's eyes.

"Of course I believe in Aifei, but Aifei's belly doesn't seem like January's." An Ran looked at Xie Zhihuai's dying needle.

Because things happened one after the other, the other party probably didn't know that his father had already been sent to prison.

Xie Zhihuai fell to the ground, listening to the approaching footsteps behind him, he knew that he might die.

Several imperial doctors took turns to play with the pulse, and they all told the child's month that it has been more than two months and almost three months.

Everyone present knew what was going on as soon as they heard the time.

Concubine Rong hadn't even entered the palace more than two months ago, and this child didn't belong to the emperor at all.

An Ran put down the teacup in his hand, looked at the people below who were ashamed, and said, "Pull Xie Zhihuai into limbo, deprive him of his title and make it a promise."

An Ran didn't want the other party's life. You must know that death is the best relief, and life is the most painful.

Xie Zhihuai, who was set up by the guards, came to his senses, thrashing and struggling, crying and begging for mercy, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

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(End of this chapter)