Yu Wenhao said: "If you return to my father, he has been detained in Jingzhao Mansion and is waiting for your fate. Please... calm down!"
Yu Wenhao's heart was tense. Every breath his father took made his heart beat wildly.
Emperor Ming Yuan's eyes were cracked, and his face turned from the original blue color to a fierce red, which reached the root of his neck. He put his hands on the imperial case and clenched them into fists, and said angrily: "Have you been tried?"
Yu Wenhao heard that in addition to rage, there was also unspeakable pain in his voice. He felt a pang in his heart and said in a deep voice: "I have never tried to answer my father's words, but he himself shouted about that villain.
He made it, but the military map was never stolen."
"Tell him to die!" Emperor Ming Yuan heard this and punched the inkstone suddenly. The ink on the inkstone overturned and splashed all over him. His finger bones burst and bleed, but he ignored it and punched the ground.
He continued to pound the tabletop, "I will pretend that I never gave birth to this son!"
He looked up to the sky, lowered his hands in grief, blood dripped on the marble floor, and slowly leaned on the back of the dragon chair. How could there be such a heartless person? He actually cursed his father with the art of hating victory.
with brothers.
Seeing that he was like a lion at the end of his rope, Yu Wenhao felt more and more uncomfortable and choked up unconsciously, "Father, please calm down, the dragon's body is the most important thing. He... is not worthy of your anger."
Emperor Ming Yuan didn't speak again for a long time. The anger in his eyes faded inch by inch, and there was no longer any light.
Slowly, he stood up, staggering twice before he could stand still, stretched out his hand to hold the table firmly, looked at Yu Wenhao, and slowly announced, "First, depose him from the title of prince, demote him to a commoner, and throw him into prison.
Take back all the food, towns, fiefdoms and mansions, search them all, and check the military maps. If it is proven that he did it..."
Emperor Ming Yuan's voice paused for a long time, his gray eyes looked at the gilt flying five-clawed dragon entwined on the red column in the royal study, his voice was dry and emotionless, "If it is confirmed... Prince Ji's Mansion
Except for the two princesses, all the superiors and subordinates will be executed. The princess will be deprived of their titles, demoted to common people, and expelled from the capital. All ministers who interact with him will be demoted three levels. If there are serious cases and the instigation is found to be serious, they will be executed!"
Yu Wenhao accepted the order, stepped forward to help the shaky Emperor Ming Yuan, and said sadly: "Father, please don't be too angry."
Emperor Ming Yuan looked at him, put his hand heavily on his wrist and took a step with strength. He looked at him as if he were a stranger, "Angry? You just have to think about it carefully. If your son wants to dig it up in the future,
Your heart is cramping, and I look forward to your early return to the West. You will understand how sad this is for me!"
Yu Wenhao's nose felt sour, but he held back tears after all.
Emperor Ming and Yuan issued another decree, asking the Ministry of Punishment and Dali Temple to coordinate the trial with the Jingzhao Mansion.
The son actually cursed his father. The curse came first and the stolen military map was behind. No matter how you say it, it was treason.
The whole family was to be executed for the crime of treason. Emperor Ming Yuan was extremely sad and angry, but he was still willing to give him a chance for a fair trial.
Since the beginning of the Northern Tang Dynasty, there was a prince who was executed by his entire family. More than 170 people in the family were killed, leaving only an infant. Although he was later rehabilitated, it became a taboo that no one in the royal family would talk about.
One taboo.
Yu Wenhao left the palace and rode his horse on the bluestone street. It was a little colder today. It was the late spring cold in February. This kind of cold was not the cold of strong wind blowing against the face and violent snowstorms, but the spring cold that penetrated into the bone marrow.
It's a bit unbearable.
His father's will and his last words to him made Yu Wenhao feel extremely uncomfortable. There was almost no room for the case to be resolved, but if the boss was convicted of treason, then the whole family of Prince Ji's house would...
....That's hundreds of lives.
Yu Wenhao was going back to Jingzhao Mansion, but he was in a mess and didn't know how to deal with it.
Returning to his home...he didn't want to bring back his bad mood, and with Lu Yuan and Lao Qi in his home, he couldn't live in peace either.
Xu Yi followed him behind, knowing that he was in a bad mood, so he did not step forward to disturb him. The two rode horses one after another, and actually made a circle around the capital.