After I traveled through the book, I was spoiled by five little villains

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud "clang".

The jailer who was delivering the food was so frightened that he took several steps back and all the food in his hands fell to the ground.

In front of him was a man hanging in mid-air by his belt.

like a statue.

His messy hair hung down in a tangled mess, his face was dark and grey, and his tongue hung out limply.

It's especially scary in dim light.

There were footsteps not far away, and the prison boss shouted, "What are you yelling about so early in the morning?"

The word "ghost" deeply stimulated the jailer. He crawled out of the cell with a look of horror on his face.

"Xue Qingkong!"

The jailer pointed at the man hanged in the cell and said, "Xue Qingkong is dead!"

Xue Qingkong is dead.

This sentence immediately caused a commotion in the prison.

"Hahahaha, good thing he died! He should have died a long time ago!"

"impossible!"

"He's dead, what are we going to do?"

There were sounds of wailing, screaming, and cursing, and the scene was in chaos.

"What's it called?"

The head of the prison walked up to the jailer and lectured him in dissatisfaction: "It's not like you haven't seen a dead person before, why are you so serious?"

In this big prison, every year, several people die.

"no……"

The jailer pointed at Xue Qingkong with a trembling finger: "Look."

The jailer took a quick look and was frightened by the way Xue Qingkong died, and he shrank back suddenly.

Indeed, they have seen a lot of dead people in this line of work, but there are very few who died like Xue Qingkong, a ghost.

It's to the point where if you look at it for one more second, you'll have nightmares.

"It's not even the New Year yet, and on New Year's Eve, even death is disgusting."

The prison boss muttered something and waved to the jailer: "I'll guard here, you go and report it quickly."

Xue Qingkong was one of the Nine Ministers and an important official in the imperial court.

Having been a prison boss for many years, he knew that even if it looked like suicide, one should not act rashly.

Wait for the superior to deal with it.

So he sat down in the corridor, leaned against the wall and closed his eyes to rest.

He has to keep it safe.

Otherwise, if something happened, he wouldn't be able to explain it even if he had a lot of mouths.

"Brother, brother!"

Madam Xue waved at him through the fence: "Is Xue Qingkong really dead?"

The jailer pretended not to hear.

"Ding--"

A golden bean appeared under his feet and rolled a few times.

The jailer saw it out of the corner of his eye, moved a little on the ground, used the hem of his clothes to cover the golden beans, looked up at the sky and said, "Dead, hanged."

After saying that, he used the cover of his sleeve to pick up the golden bean and put it in his arms.

Mrs. Xue held the railing with both hands, was stunned at first, and then burst into nervous laughter.

"Good death, good! Good."

As she laughed, she started crying hysterically again.

The woman who had been fighting with her before spat at her: "You are simply hysterical!"

"He's dead, and we don't know what will happen to him."

Xue Qingkong is the head of the family and the leader of the clan.

With him around, the Xue family would have something to look forward to even if they had to wait for his execution after the Chinese New Year.

With his death, so many people lost their backbone.

What the woman said reflected the thoughts of so many members of the Xue family in prison.

After Xue Qingkong's death, he became even more worried.

New Year’s Eve, the night of family reunion.

In the magnificent hall, there was singing and dancing and a palace banquet was in full swing.

The luncheon was held in the harem and was the emperor's family banquet.

The emperor, empress, empress dowager, respected royal family members, concubines of high rank in the harem, and princes and princesses.

As the biological father of the queen, Xie Shu sat together with several old princes who were in their octogenarians.

Sitting at the same table with him was Yan Changqing, the eldest princess's consort.

The banquet had begun, and there were blasts of gongs and drums on the stage, as a play was being performed about a treacherous official who abused his power and ended up in a tragic situation.

This play was personally ordered by the Empress Dowager.

Yan Changqing raised his glass and walked up to Xie Shu, supporting the back of his chair with one hand. His tall figure leaned slightly as he handed the glass to Xie Shu.

"Master Situ, please."

His posture was casual, but his tone was aggressive and he did not brook rejection.

Xie Shu smiled happily and raised his glass to clink with him: "Prince Anle, please."

Yan Changqing never thought that he could easily expose the flaws of this old fox.

However, just like the daffodils in Empress Xie's palace, it is always a good thing if it can make him feel annoyed.

The two of them drank a glass, and Yan Changqing casually mentioned: "Xue Qingkong committed suicide in prison, does Lord Situ know about this?"

"Tell me, is there anyone who is afraid that he will reveal something and doesn't want to let him celebrate the New Year?"

Xie Shu frowned slightly: "What the prince said is true, there may be something else behind this."

"The prison in the Dali Temple. I remember the beams were quite high."

Yan Changqing analyzed the case: "He was on death row, and he was the only one in that cell. Xue Qingkong wanted to hang himself, and no one knew how he did it."

"Correct!"

Xie Shu echoed, "I have asked the Dali Temple to conduct a detailed investigation. As long as there is a conspiracy behind it, it will be found out."

"Is there a ghost?"

Yan Changqing smiled meaningfully, moved closer to Xie Shu, and asked softly, "Master Xie, Xue Qingkong is dead, who do you think will be next?"

Xie Shu stroked his beard and said, "You are joking, Prince."

"Xue Qingkong's death was his own fault. He is the black sheep among the officials of the court!"

The implication is that it has nothing to do with other people.

"Master Xie is a pillar of the court, please take care of yourself."

Yan Changqing bowed to Xie Shu and retreated with a smile.

When he left, the play was reaching its climax: a treacherous official who had abused his power was beheaded by a dog-head guillotine, and the onlookers cheered loudly.

"it is good!"

Xie Shu was startled and almost lost his grip on the cup.

In his heart, he had already cursed Yan Changqing from beginning to end.

Xue Qingkong cannot stay, and Yan Changqing cannot stay either.

However, even though he had great power, he could not touch Yan Changqing.

Yan Changqing has military merits and is the princess's consort, making him a popular figure in the capital.

Since he returned to the capital, the power of the nobles in the court, which had been suppressed by him, has gradually shown signs of recovery.

The Xue Qingkong case helped Yan Changqing win over the support of countless people and soldiers.

Unfortunately, he has no real power, so one cannot even report that he has ulterior motives.

If the emperor was suspicious by nature, he could advise Yan Changqing to win people's hearts and harbor evil ambitions.

pity……

The current emperor obeys his orders without giving it any further thought and leads a very carefree life.

If we really want to make a fuss about this, he should be the first person with a problem.

Yan Changqing, he can only die on the battlefield.

Xie Huan took a sip of wine and slowly put down the glass.

No matter what Yan Changqing knew, as long as he died, everything would disappear.

We can't do anything to him now, but we can do it someday.

He never lacked patience.

The current situation is that no one can do anything to anyone else and the two sides are evenly matched.

However, the only variable may be Princess Leyang, who he had ignored for ten years.

The stupid, arrogant and narrow-minded eldest princess has now become a completely different person, showing her sharp edge.

Or has she been acting crazy for the past ten years?