Qianqianjie, kidnap a reborn prince back to the modern era

There were two other people in the hall, also trying their best to shrink themselves.

They try to hide in the shadows of others, trying to make others not see their existence.

He is the Minister of Personnel Li Wanqing and his son Li Liyan, Yun Wanqing's maternal grandfather and uncle.

They knew that Prime Minister Yun was furious at the moment.

We are of the same blood and share happiness, but we may not be willing to share difficulties.

Of course, Song Liu, the Minister of Works, was also furious.

He suddenly turned his decadent look around and rushed towards Yun Xuanzhi as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

"Your good daughter, why are you doing so much harm to my son and my family?

How have we done anything wrong to her? Our whole family treats her like an ancestor, and yet she is so blatantly cheating on my Qing'er?

Do you still have any sense of propriety or shame?

Is this the rule you were taught in the Prime Minister's Mansion?"

The court officials looked at the two people fighting in the hall and chose to step back and watch the show with ridicule.

"Okay! You two have plenty of time to argue. Now everyone has confirmed where this box came from, right? No one objects, right?"

Xia Feng's feminine voice was filled with joy.

The details have been described so clearly, there is no need for Your Majesty to send someone to check.

"Now, let's see what's in this box that has been kept in Minister Song's secret room for many years?"

Everyone's heart was in tension.

Especially Emperor Dong Cang and Yun Xuanzhi, they vaguely knew what the treasured things in the Song Mansion were.

With a crisp "click", the box was opened in public.

Xia Feng held the open box and walked around the hall, and people saw a yellowed piece of paper.

Two sharp-eyed civil servants whispered, "The paper doesn't seem to be from Dongcang. There is a Beiyan icon on it."

This one sentence caused a huge uproar and everyone was shocked.

Xia Feng picked up the yellowed paper with one hand.

When it was shaken open, several lines of vigorous and powerful words appeared before everyone.

The content of the letter was that General Shi Hai of Beiyan promised Prime Minister Song that he would provide evidence of framing Baili Xian and his son for treason and provide a personally written letter, which Prime Minister Song could use to make arrangements.

The old ministers present all remembered that Song Ren'an had accused Baili Xian and his son of treason in the court.

His Majesty ordered a search of the Dongbohou Mansion, and Prime Minister Song led people to search his study and found a letter, which was signed by General Shi Hai of Beiyan.

The letter from that year was presented as evidence in court and should have been kept in the Dali Temple.

If you want to confirm the authenticity of this letter, you can just retrieve the files from many years ago and compare the handwriting.

Even without comparison, most people acknowledged the authenticity of the letter.

The letter paper was obviously old and had been carefully preserved.

I just don’t understand why Prime Minister Song carefully preserved the evidence that was unfavorable to him?

But no matter why?

This evidence is sufficient to show that Baili Xian and his son were framed.

For some reason, Emperor Dong Cang breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Xia Feng take out the things in the box.

Fortunately, there was no handwritten note by Song Renan recording the facts as Yun Xuanzhi had said.

"Your Majesty! New evidence has emerged. I would like to request a joint trial by the three courts tomorrow. Even though everyone in the Dongbo Marquis's mansion has passed away, this is related to the innocence of 88 people in the mansion. Since God has eyes and has allowed the evidence to reappear, let's make it clear."

Old Marquis Sheng knelt on the ground and cried out in pain.

Old Marshal Ye also took the lead and knelt down.

Immediately afterwards, more than half of the people knelt down.

Prince Shen and Xia Feng were a little stunned. What else was there to investigate?

Isn't the fact obvious?

Aren’t the entire Song Mansion enough to be buried with the Dongbohou Mansion?

Can Ning Wang Cangmin still keep himself out of trouble?

Shouldn't we issue an edict now to execute the nine clans of the Song family, banish Imperial Concubine Song to the cold palace, and demote Prince Ning Cangmin to a lower position or even put him under house arrest?

As for the others, including those related to Prince Ning, when his situation is over, if we can recruit them for our own use, we will keep them; if not, we will kill them. After what happened to my father, who else can he rely on except me?

Cangxun's surging passion had nowhere to go. He could not see the change in the situation and did not know how to respond for a moment.

When Emperor Dong Cang saw the evidence presented, he felt much more at ease.

The Song family must give it up.

Why don't you be more upright and restore the innocence of the Dongbohou Mansion?

Anyway, they have no descendants, so I can give Dong Bohou and his son a title. This will also prevent me from having sleepless nights. When I really go to the underworld, I will have to think about how to explain to Baili Xian.

Thinking of this, he pretended to be deep and said.

"Tomorrow at 9:00 pm, the three judges will hold a joint trial at the Dali Temple, with the old Northern Earl Hou Sheng Beiqiu and the old Grand Commandant Ye Bingtian supervising the trial.

Because the person involved, Song Ren'an, has passed away, his family members are temporarily confined to the Song Mansion, and no one is allowed to go out until the case is fully investigated before making a final decision. "

He glanced at the people in the hall, and then he saw the tall and majestic King Sheng who was silent.

Hey!

It seems that this son is the best.

He is the only one who is not aggressive and never fights or competes.

"Order King Sheng to send a protective battalion to confine the Song residence. No one should be allowed to escape until the truth is revealed."

"Yes!"

King Sheng responded coldly.

The officials of the three divisions knelt down to accept the imperial edict.

Mr. Sheng and Old Commandant Ye looked at each other, endless words hidden in their vicissitudes of life eyes.

The long morning meeting ended in a mess.

Emperor Dong Cang almost couldn't stand up, and Eunuch Jiang hurried forward to support him.

As people left, undercurrents surged in every prefecture and court in Kyoto.

There was a reversal in Song Ren'an's accusation of treason against the father and son of Dong Bohou, and people were lamenting the tragic deaths of nearly a hundred people.

Song House.

There was chaos at this time.

The defense camp surrounded the Song Mansion from inside to outside, making it impossible for anyone to get in or out.

The servants fled, but were ruthlessly thrown back into the yard.

"Mother, mother, what's going on? Why are there so many soldiers in the mansion? What's going on?"

Song Mingyue ran to the Wei family courtyard in a hurry, but saw that there was also chaos here.

Wei was wearing a headband and suffering from a severe headache. When she heard the nanny report that soldiers had entered the mansion to guard the courtyards, she jumped up.

She hurriedly called the head maid beside her and asked her to go and check the situation in the mansion and find out what had happened and where the master was.

The mother and daughter hugged each other tightly to comfort each other and waited for news.

Ye Shengge was also crying loudly.

Yun Wanqing ran around with her belly in her hand, but was stopped by ferocious-looking soldiers at every gate. She screamed and yelled wildly.

"I want to go home! Let me out, I want to go back to the Prime Minister's Mansion! I am the eldest daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and you guys can't stop me."

Her crying was like drizzle falling on the sea, drowned in the ups and downs of the chaos.

She sat on the ground weakly, while Xiao Cui beside her was spinning around anxiously.

"Miss, the ground is cold. Get up quickly. You are pregnant. Go see what is happening first. The Prime Minister will definitely come to rescue you."

Yun Wanqing, who was tired of crying, was helped up by Xiao Cui. She walked past the maids from various rooms who were still running around in the yard and returned to her room.

Oh, and His Highness, I have to let him know the situation here, and he will take me away.

She hurriedly placed the pot of signal flower on the windowsill.

She believed that with such a big commotion in the mansion, the shadow guard would definitely be able to see her signal for help.

She paced around the room anxiously, occasionally looking out the window.

Apart from the noises coming from far and near, the figure she was expecting never appeared.