After rebirth, I joined forces with my mortal enemy to seek revenge.

In the Jingzhao Prison, where there was still light, only Pei Jiaoran and four jailers were left. Pei Jiaoran ordered the jailer to carry Zhang's case over, gathered his clothes and sat down, looking at the criminals in the prison with a gentle expression.

Everyone was also looking at her, holding their breath and concentrating. They have heard a few words, and the emperor is still in Liangzhou. Pei Jiaoran was appointed as the chief inquisitor for the crime of this chaos, and the power of conviction also fell on her. Except for a few traitors who were high-ranking officials in the puppet dynasty, they huddled in the corner, waiting for the butcher's knife to come. There were still some people who cast pleading glances at Pei Jiaoran.

They had heard about Pei Shangshu's deeds, and they could feel her ambition hidden under her calm appearance. Whether you are conspiring with the imperial power to suppress Prime Minister Quan, or joining forces with aristocratic families to eradicate poor families, external help is indispensable. Now, as long as Pei Shangshu is willing to reach out to save them, they are willing to stand up after the disaster, praise her political aspirations, and then wield their swords to kill the enemies standing around who are eyeing her.

In politics, the winner is always the winner and the loser is the loser, and the winner writes everything. The weapons forged by swords and pens will forever cast the losers into the darkness of history and be infamous for thousands of years, while the winners will be remembered for generations and become an example of praise for future generations. They also knew that such a turmoil would be an opportunity for people of Pei Jiaoran's background to move up the ladder. Integrate chaos and create a new chapter of order.

"Mr. Pei, I brought what you asked for." Zhang Yun led four of his assistants and returned carrying two wooden boxes. He wiped his sweat and said, "Why don't you watch in the public room?"

"Thank you for your hard work. Leave your things here for now. If you have any trouble, Zhang ordered someone to guard here." Pei Jiaoran said with a smile.

Zhang Yun originally thought that Pei Jiaoran would directly convict these people. Unexpectedly, she just asked him to carry the things over and put them here. What does she want to do?

"Zhang Ling."

Zhang Yun was secretly guessing Pei Jiaoran's thoughts when he suddenly heard someone calling him and said hurriedly: "I'm here."

"The first offender will be punished according to the law. As for the other accomplices, please take your time. The court finally regained Chang'an, and you have to be more careful about killing people." Pei Jiaoran reached out and patted Zhang Yun on the shoulder, "Behead the offender first tomorrow, you Imprison him personally.”

After speaking, Pei Jiaoran looked back at the first offenders who were still huddled in the corner, with the corners of his lips slightly raised. How much blood will be shed in Chang'an depends entirely on whether these people are awakened.

The execution place was located at the junction of Jinguangmen and Xishi, a place called Duliu Shu. However, the imperial court stipulated that the execution of a single willow tree must be carried out in the Imperial Ancestral Temple. Therefore, Pei Jiaoran led a group of officials to the Ancestral Temple early in the morning and read out the charges against the first offender at the door.

Once the preparations were completed, Pei Jiaoran ordered Zhang Yun to take the criminals to Duliu Tree for questioning.

The West Market in Chang'an has always been more lively than the East Market, and now it is even more busy with cars and horses. The gathering of people made this questioning more shocking. For five consecutive days, the ground under the willow tree was almost dyed red with blood.

On the fifth day, the butcher's knife was placed on Dong Chuan, Wang Gong and Ruan Xiu. The prison car carrying three people left Jingzhaoyin and headed all the way to Duliu Shu.

The people watching on the road continued to yell and curse at San, while picking up rotten vegetable leaves or smashing leftover fruit cores at the two to vent their dissatisfaction.

The one who was hit the hardest was Dong Chuan, who carefully hid in the prison car. But the space in the prison van was limited, so he was inevitably hit with a bloody head.

A wine shop facing the street was even more crowded and filled with abuses against the three people. The window on the second floor was half open, and someone poked his head out of it.

"You actually didn't let their female relatives come out to parade?" The bright crimson color floated back into the window.

"The fault is not theirs." The girl in a crimson skirt raised her head, took a sip of tea, and said leisurely: "Wouldn't it be better to let the main culprit take the blame?"

"Shang Shu Pei doesn't seem to be so kind."

"Mancao, do you want me to let their female relatives be paraded in the streets and suffer verbal humiliation?"

The two people speaking were Pei Jiaoran and Zhou Mancao.

When asked by Pei Jiaoran, Zhou Mancao immediately stopped speaking. She has suffered like this, so she does not want these women who were innocently convicted because of their husbands to bear the filthy words.

Looking sideways at Zhou Mancao, Pei Jiaoran turned to look out the window.

Which of these three people was not in the imperial official position and enjoyed the salary of the imperial court, but in the end they actually conspired with Dugujun to rebel. If their deaths do not serve as a deterrent to officials who serve like them, it will make outsiders despise the imperial power even more.

As for their family members, they should also be dealt with. There is no need for them to endure such things as being paraded through the streets. After all, at any time, what some people love to see most is the family members of your noble family falling from the clouds into the dust and becoming the targets of their wanton abuse. In exchange for the pleasure of inner satisfaction.

The team gradually moved away, and Pei Jiaoran pulled down the bamboo curtain. The light in the room dimmed a little.

"We should go." Pei Jiaoran said.

"Where?"

"Now that the bandit leader has been eliminated, the remaining ones should be given a good place to go, right?" Pei Jiaoran arched his eyebrows and smiled calmly, "You know I've always been kind."

After saying this, Zhou Mancao rolled his eyes. But he still got up and left with Pei Jiaoran. Three days ago, Pei Jiaoran sent someone to pick her up from Tongzhou. In the past few days, she followed her back and forth between Jingzhao Mansion and this restaurant, but she didn't understand what she wanted to do.

Five consecutive days of executions left Jingzhao Prison almost half empty. The rest are all officials of the fifth rank of the puppet government, and several are young people. Compared with the peace of the first offender, these people have to cry and howl in prison almost every day.

In Jingzhao Gong's house, there is a bookcase. Zhou Mancao led the people to sort out various documents and classify them.

Zhou Mancao glanced out of the corner of his eye and caught a glimpse of Pei Jiaoran drinking tea leisurely. He smiled and said, "He ordered us to work, but he was drinking tea. The minister is so authentic."

"I'm waiting for someone." Pei Jiaoran replied with a smile.

Just as he was talking, a group of officials came over in a hurry, stopped in front of Pei Jiaoran, bowed and said, "Mr. Pei, they are here."

"Invite them over." After speaking, Pei Jiaoran waved to the servants aside, "Go and ask the chef to prepare tea."

Hearing the footsteps on the corridor, Pei Jiaoran stretched out his hand to smooth the wrinkles on his clothes. A gentle smile appeared on his face.

The footsteps stopped in front of her, and when she looked up, she saw more than ten people standing in front of her, all looking at her expectantly. These people are all relatives of the criminal officials inside.

"All the heads of the family are here? No need to be formal, just sit down." Pei Jiaoran smiled and waved his hand, motioning for a few people to sit down.

Although everyone sat down, their eyes still fell on the assistants who were sorting out documents. Chang'an's blood flowed for five days, and their hearts also hung on for five days.

It was not until today that they were allowed to enter Jingzhao Mansion.

Pei Jiaoran licked his lips and said, "I'm afraid it will take some time to sort out the documents. Are you willing to wait with me?"

"Of course I do." Several people said together.

"That's good."