From the beginning to the end, the common people and scholars were silent and solemn, both inside and outside the Da Lisi.
Pei Zhan leaned against a stone lion on the side, his face ashen and defeated.
"Commander Wu, escorted Gu Qishan to the main prison. No one is allowed to visit until this case is finalized."
Ren Anle stood on top of the stone steps of the Da Lisi, a vivid purple official robe that was particularly eye-catching. Her expression is solemn and implicitly powerful.
"Also .....on the day of the trial, the courthouse of the Da Lisi will be open to the people and scholars of the capital who wish to hear this public trial. If you want to hear the trial, you can come here, and Ren Anle will give everyone justice!"
Ren Anle's voice was heard from every corner of the street outside the Da Lisi, a loud and deafening sound. Her voice was clear and so loud that even the deaf could hear.
In the midst of the crowd, on a carriage, through a thin cloth curtain, Han Yue's gaze was deep and distant, and he suddenly burst out laughing.
"What a clever woman." He looked extremely pleased and appreciative. Wen Shuo had never seen such outward emotions in his eyes before, so he was a little bewildered for a moment.
"Capturing Gu Qishan in the Juxian House where scholars gathered to draw the anger of the exam candidates; bringing Gu Qishan back to the streets to ignite the people's anger, and using the power of the Da Lisi officials to ignite the indignation of all the officials ....."
Han Yue shook his head with a bitter smile: "If Gu didn't know that Ren Anle came from the south of Jin, Gu would have thought she had a big grudge against the Marquis of Zhongyi!"
"Your Highness, will His Majesty really give the power to investigate the case to Ren Anle?"
"Wen Shuo." Han Yue's voice was faint and distant, "The Qinglong bell built by the Tai Zu since the founding of the country has never been rung."
Wen Shuo had an epiphany and looked towards the woman standing on the stone steps not far away, unable to hide his shock.
"Your Highness?"
The Qinglong bell being rung meant that injustice was hard to be redressed under the rule of the Emperor, this was an emperor's failure. Given the temperament of Emperor Jianing, how could he possibly hold back this anger?
But ... Ren Anle, even if she was smart, would not have predicted that things would develop into such a state, right?
The imperial garden pavilion in the imperial city.
In the past few days, the court has been troubled by trivial matters, and there has been a case of fraud in the imperial examinations. Emperor Jianing has suffered from a cold after his anger. It is a rare day when the sky is high and fresh, so he summoned Wang An to the palace for tea.
The Emperor had five brothers. The other four were killed in the chaos of the prince, and the only one left was this gentle and soft-tempered elder brother.
Wang An had no desire for power and never interfered in court disputes, and it was for this reason that the Emperor had always respected him.
"Your Majesty, seeing your rosy complexion, I think you have recovered from the wind chill." Wang An was of a loyal nature. He also had a round face and thick appearance.
"When you're old, the body is not as good as it used to be." Emperor Jianing smiled with emotion.
"Where? Your Majesty is in the prime of life. The spirit of a dragon horse. This subject heard that only last month Imperial concubine Zhaoyi was expecting a child. Congratulations to Your Majesty." Wang An cupped his hand to congratulate him, and his eyes were full of teasing.
[the spirit of a dragon horse;full of vigour vitality ]
Emperor Jianing was taken aback for a moment, then laughed long and hard. His expression is full of triumph.