Lin Jinxiao snorted coldly, and a sharp look flashed in his eyes: "The hatred for killing my father is irreconcilable, so naturally I led the army to rush into Jingling City immediately, and kill those treacherous villains who slandered and framed Prince Ting'an and his loyal generals.
Kill them all without leaving any one behind, to avenge Prince Ting'an, Concubine Ji and the loyal souls who died."
Chu Nanzhi felt goosebumps all over her body when she heard these words full of anger.
Not allowing her to react, Lin Jinxiao sneered angrily: "Prince Ting'an was so virtuous and benevolent back then that he won the support and love of the courtiers. If he could successfully inherit the throne, today's Dahe Empire would probably be destroyed again.
It is a different style, and it will definitely not lead to the current situation of internal and external troubles."
"Prince Ting'an is indeed a great prince. How can any of Chang Lao's disciples be weak?"
Chu Nanzhi nodded in agreement and tried again: "It's never too late for a gentleman to take revenge. Besides, the Second Highness Prince Changrong and those gang of treacherous and stingy ministers who framed Prince Ting'an have already been killed. The rest are at best just believers."
There are some rumors, or they are people who are trying to get along with each other. Even the Empress Dowager and Your Majesty have forgiven them, so why do you need to kill them all again."
"The lady doesn't know something."
Lin Jinxiao looked at her with eyes like cold pools: "The party struggle back then was much more fierce than it is now. The parties supporting the kings in the capital fought with each other, but in the end they all focused on Prince Ting'an. They killed him for their own selfish interests.
How many high-minded ministers were there? Which of the Second, Fourth, and Fifth Highnesses back then was not an ambitious person?
The Evergreen King's party launched a coup in the palace and was executed, but most of the other two royal highnesses' party members were forgiven. There were even villains like Yang Runchen who were promoted to the rank of three princes. If I were the prince's posthumous son, how would I tolerate it?
I have to let them continue to be domineering and domineering."
"Fortunately you are not."
Chu Nanzhi did not dare to discuss this topic with him anymore and quickly changed the subject: "The folk rumors are all false. The Empress Dowager and Your Majesty have already planned to let you and the Lin family of Luyan Port become their masters.
Jinling City is here, it shows that they have no choice."
Lin Jinxiao nodded and sighed bitterly: "Even though I am not the posthumous son of Prince Ting'an, in order to revive the imperial court, if I am lucky enough to take over Jingling City in this life, I will also have to settle the blood debt of that year. I know that the Empress Dowager and the Queen Mother
The reason why Your Majesty is able to tolerate those treacherous and stingy villains who bring trouble to the court is simply because he is afraid of the Queen Mother and the Qinghe dignitaries, and wants to use Jingling's old ministers to suppress the power of the Qinghe dignitaries."
"This matter is a matter for later."
Chu Nanzhi's attitude suddenly became more serious: "But I hope that my husband will remember the lesson of dealing with the disciples of the Qi family this time in the future. Don't commit random murders unless absolutely necessary. Being disloyal to a minister is not worthy of respect no matter how talented and outstanding his political achievements are.
; In the same way, if a ruler is unkind, God will punish him."
When it came to the innocent disciples of the Qi family, Lin Jinxiao felt somewhat guilty and nodded sadly: "What the lady said makes sense. My husband is just an idler now. Of course, the future will be decided by the lady."
After hearing this, Chu Nanzhi felt much more at ease.
She didn't want her husband to become a notorious tyrant one day.
During the conversation, the carriage entered Anlin Village and arrived at Lin Jinhong's home. Sang Qi slowly stopped the carriage.
It was past mid-afternoon, and the sun was shining brightly. The fragrant soil in the yard was full of footprints of carriages and pedestrians.
Yesterday, with Chu Nanzhi's permission, Lin Tingzhen brought many tribesmen here. The yard seemed extremely lively, and everyone was talking about the murderer of Lin Jinhong:
"I don't know what His Highness was thinking. I heard that the murderer was a powerful figure in the palace, but he was executed without trial."
"What the hell, it's something related to the palace, and naturally it's not something we should know about. As long as the murderer is brought to justice, he will be given an explanation for us."
"I heard that the perpetrator was quite accomplished and proficient in the art of disguise. Perhaps it was for this reason that he was executed immediately."
"I'm afraid it's not because of this. I heard that as soon as the murderer was executed, Taiwei Yin left in a hurry and picked up Princess Wanying. Could it be that this little princess has something to do with it?"
"Why did Princess Wanying kill Erlang for no reason?"
While everyone was having a heated discussion, the words suddenly stopped as Lin Jinxiao and Chu Nanzhi arrived, and they immediately gathered to pay homage: "I've met His Highness, I've met the Princess."
Lin Jinxiao looked around at everyone coldly and motioned for everyone to get up.
Chu Nanzhi looked around at Lin Erlang's house.
Although it is not considered magnificent, the seven or eight wooden houses surround a large dam and look spacious and bright. They are already very luxurious houses in the entire Anlin Village.
It's a pity that this family didn't know how to manage it properly in the past. The young and old just idle around, cheated and deceived, and they ruined such a good family business.
The couple led the babies straight inside, looking at the white flags blowing in the wind. As soon as they reached the corner of a side room, they heard a sharp and shrill voice of a woman shouting:
"Now that Erlang has become the king, he will ask for a royal title for his mother. Why don't you kneel down and salute me when you see me?"
Chu Nanzhi heard that Mrs. Chen was crying and walked forward with Lin Jinxiao quickening his pace.
After passing the corner, the view became wider, and in a shed built in the center of the dam, in front of a dark wooden coffin, Mrs. Chen, with gray hair and unkempt face, pointed at Lin Jinyun and Qin Xianglian who were kneeling on the ground and cursed. : "Unfilial daughter, unfilial son, you all deserve to die."
After cursing, he lay down in the middle of the coffin and cried, burying his head directly into the unsealed coffin body, stroking Lin Jinhong, who was already gray, and cried even more fiercely: "Erlang, I hurt you all because of my mother. , I shouldn’t have forced you. How can I bear to let you lie alone in this cold coffin? I will stay with you right now.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he was about to run into the coffin, but others were so frightened that they quickly stepped forward to stop him.
"You crazy bitch, get her away quickly."
Lin Tingzhen ordered the angry members of the court clan.
Lin Jinxiao looked even more angry, waved directly to the guard following behind him, and shouted loudly: "Lid the coffin."
He Ying immediately led the people and rushed forward.
"Which of you dares to touch my Erlang? Erlang is the king personally consecrated by the imperial court. I am the royal wife consecrated by the imperial court. Who of you dares to be disrespectful to me?"
Chen broke free from the shackles of her clansmen and stopped the soldiers who came forward.
Mrs. Zhou frowned as she looked at it, led Lin Jinhui to Chu Nanzhi, and vented impatiently: "This crazy woman was annoying when she was serious, but now she is pitiful and hateful when she talks like crazy. Stop her." Your clan uncle also didn’t ask anyone to cover the coffin for Erlang’s burial, and the Taoist priest Erlang’s wife asked for was also driven away by Mrs. Chen, who insisted that Erlang was just asleep.”
Chu Nanzhi looked at Mrs. Chen closely, nodded thoughtfully, and then slowly walked forward. When he was only one step away from her, he asked in a low voice: "Madam, do you still remember who I am?"