The information provided by Uncle Huaiyin was very timely, and the few fish that slipped through the net were caught before they could escape from Xijing City.

When the Forbidden Army broke into their home, these people were ready to destroy all evidence, but they were blocked and the stolen goods were stolen.

One or two of them still wanted to resist, but they were no match for the Forbidden Army. Before they could even struggle, they were pushed to the ground and rubbed hard.

After taking the people away, the soldiers responsible for the aftermath found a lot of useful things in these places, packed them into boxes by category, and sent them all to the palace and to the emperor.

This battle was a complete victory. Uncle Huaiyin could also offset his sin of delivering the news to the Tantai family. Although he and Yan Ruyu made mistakes, they could not be punished by making timely remedies, and the lives of the whole family could be saved.

There is no problem, but forget about the title, it is destined to be lost.

However, before the Imperial Guards escorted Uncle Huaiyin's family of four out of the palace, Song Jue did not make a clear statement, nor did he order the execution of Uncle Huaiyin. He only asked the Imperial Guards to send the people back to Uncle Huaiyin's Mansion and keep them under strict supervision. There was no order.

You are absolutely not allowed to enter or leave the uncle's house at will.

"Is this considered a confinement?" Bai Meng stretched out, "Aren't you going to let them go?"

"I will definitely let him go, but not now. Let him hang on him first and let him continue to live in fear." Song Jue looked sick and not in good spirits, but there was a hint of emotion in his tone.

With a trace of ruthlessness, "I don't want to comply with their wishes so easily. Otherwise, what dignity will I have as an emperor? If someone follows my example in the future, how should we deal with it?"

"Your Majesty is saying that Uncle Huaiyin should be taught a lesson."

"Brother Haolin is right, he should be taught a lesson." Song Qiyun nodded, "Lest he succeeds this time, he may have plans next time. It is better to eliminate such signs as soon as possible."

"People like him, once their little scheme succeeds, will get carried away and become more and more courageous." Song Jue sneered, "When the time comes, it will be difficult to suppress it again, maybe

He really knows how to collaborate with the enemy!"

Shen Haolin frowned slightly when he saw that Song Jue's expression was a bit unnatural. He stood up and walked behind the imperial desk, reaching out and touching Song Jue's forehead.

"Eunuch Cui, go to the Queen Mother to invite Jin Miaomiao. Your Majesty is getting hot."

"Yes, I will go right away." Cui Eunuch took two steps, then turned back and asked, "My lord, if the Queen Mother asks..."

"Don't tell your mother that I'm sick, lest she worry. Just find an excuse to invite people over."

Song Jue felt that he was drowsy and could fall asleep at any time and at any time. Just now he saw Uncle Huaiyin trying to keep his energy up. Now that he was relaxed, he felt very lethargic and his body was very heavy.

"Yes, I know!" Eunuch Cui walked to the door of the royal study, opened the door, and happened to bump into Shen Cha and Jin Miaomiao who were about to enter, and quickly let them in, "Thank God, Mr. Jin, come and see

Look at your majesty!"

Seeing Eunuch Cui's anxious look, Jin Miaomiao was slightly startled. She left Shen Cha aside and rushed into the imperial study room quickly. She burned off the cold air on her body by the charcoal stove before walking to Song Jue.

"He has a fever. Is he seriously ill?" Shen Haolin made room for her and reached out to hold Shen Cha who was walking over. "Is it okay?"

"It's nothing. It's better to have a fever than not to have a fever. It's better to keep it inside the body." Jin Miaomiao checked Song Jue, raised his head and looked at the nervous expressions of several people, and waved his hands gently, "Would any of you take him inside?

bedroom, let him have a good sleep."

"I'll do it!" Song Qiyun stretched out his hand and hugged Song Jue firmly, "Brother Emperor, have you not eaten well during this time? Why are you so light?"

"You've eaten a lot, but you haven't slept much." Song Jue leaned in Song Qiyun's arms, "You should take it easy and watch the road. Don't break your brother, me. If you break me, I'm

It depends on you."

Song Qiyun rolled his eyes. This guy has become so virtuous that he is almost losing his mind. It is enough for him to be able to orchestrate others.

After sending Song Jue back to the bed in the inner bedroom and wrapping him in a quilt, Song Qiyun stretched out his hand to touch his brother's forehead and sighed softly. It seemed that he was a little warmer than before.

"Okay, you go out and let him sleep peacefully for a while. I'll make some medicine for him."

"Don't...don't..." Song Jue tried hard not to fall into sleep, "Don't leave, just..."

"Don't worry, we won't leave. You can sleep peacefully while we sit outside." Shen Cha, who was walking behind, pressed down Song Jue who was struggling to get up in time, "When you wake up, we will

Let’s continue chatting, okay?”

After hearing what Shen Cha said, Song Jue felt relieved and obediently retracted himself into the quilt, falling asleep in a short time.

Jin Miaomiao looked at him for a while, waved to several people, and led them out of the bedroom.

"Sister Xiaocha!" Song Qiyun tugged on Shen Cha's sleeves, "Brother...were you acting coquettishly just now?"

"Probably..." Thinking of Song Jue's appearance just now, Shen Cha couldn't help but laugh. She had never seen Song Jue like this before. "People who are sick are more fragile. Please understand."

"I quite understand." Song Qiyun held his face in his hands, "I was thinking, it would be great if we could preserve his performance today. When he recovers from his illness, let him know what he is like, then he will definitely

It will be very interesting.”

"So that's what you had in mind!" Shen Cha shook his head helplessly, "If you really tell him, he might hate you and bully you even more."

"What are you afraid of? If he bullies me, I will bully him back. If it doesn't work, I will go to my mother to cry and see what he can do to me!" Song Qiyun yawned, "However, he became ill very suddenly this time.

The illness is also quite severe. Commander, when was the last time your brother got sick?"

"Let me think about it!" Bai Meng walked back to the front and sat down again, "It must have been seven or eight years ago, right? In my impression, he is basically not sick." He looked at Jin Miao who was writing prescriptions.

Miao, "Isn't this bad?"

"There is a saying that people can't always get sick, but they can't always avoid getting sick. It's not a good thing." Jin Miaomiao shrugged, "After your Majesty recovers this time, everything will be better than now, so don't worry.
Chapter completed!