Duan Jinjiang's sudden opening made the ministers, who thought that this thrilling and ups and downs morning meeting should be over, had their hearts in their throats again.
Zhao Xuanji immediately looked at Duan Jinjiang, his eyes full of confusion.
In their previous discussions, there was no agreement for Duan Jinjiang to come forward and say anything.
Could it be that Duan Jinjiang wanted to propose pardoning his son on this occasion?
If this is the case, Zhao Xuanji should consider how to kick Duan Jinjiang out of the cabinet because he has a brain problem.
Li Chen said calmly: "Just tell me."
Duan Jinjiang took a deep breath, lowered his head and looked at his toes without meeting anyone's eyes. He said, "My lord, please restart the investigation of the Yumen Pass massacre."
In the Hall of Supreme Harmony, the air seemed to be solid.
Zhao Xuanji widened his eyes and looked at Duan Jinjiang in disbelief.
His gaffe only lasted for a moment, and he immediately returned to deathly silence.
But his eyes were still fixed on Duan Jinjiang, his gaze was like a knife, as if he wanted to cut Duan Jinjiang into pieces with a thousand knives.
At this moment, Duan Jinjiang kept talking and continued: "Although a group of people were investigated for the Yumenguan Massacre, in real terms, those were dispensable stragglers, and it was impossible for those people's level to contact the imperial court in advance.
The secrets of the military aircraft, and the Yumenguan massacre made it clear that a high-ranking person in the central government colluded with the Liao Kingdom. The real culprit behind the scenes has not been caught yet, I, I have been having trouble sleeping and eating for more than ten years!"
What he said was eloquent and touching.
But... everyone's expressions are very strange.
This can be said by anyone, but Duan Jinjiang is the most unusual.
During the Yumen Pass massacre, Duan Jinjiang was the Minister of War at the time. If anyone wanted to suspect him, he would be the first to escape.
But unfortunately, more than ten years have passed since the incident, and no one mentioned it again, but Duan Jinjiang dug up this old grave by himself. Is he rushing to the ground to put the shit basin on himself?
Or is he using this to clear himself from suspicion?
But the problem is that no one has mentioned this matter again in the past ten years or so.
"good."
Li Chen chuckled lightly and said: "It's rare that there are still people in the court who remember the shame of Yumen Pass. Since Mr. Duan mentioned that he wants to restart the investigation, it is natural to investigate, and to get to the bottom of it."
"Your Highness!"
Zhang Biwu couldn't sit still.
He said directly: "There are many things in the imperial court at the moment, and it is an even more troubled time. It is really not appropriate to cause complications. This matter should be discussed later."
Zhao Xuanji said: "Yes, I agree with Master Zhang's proposal."
At this time, the cabinet, which had been united, actually split into two factions.
Duan Jinjiang suddenly proposed to restart the investigation, but Zhao Xuanji and Zhang Biwu firmly opposed it.
Coupled with Li Chen's support, it was two against two at this time.
Everyone's eyes subconsciously turned to Fu Yuzhi, who was also a cabinet bachelor and the only one who had not yet made a statement.
When Zhao Xuanji looked at Fu Yuzhi and saw the latter's embarrassed and tangled expression, alarm bells rang in his heart, and the secret channel was broken.
Despite all the calculations, I missed this trick.
In other matters, Fu Yuzhi must stand on the same line as him.
But the Yumenguan Massacre was related to Fu Yuzhi's only daughter, and he could not object.
Sure enough, Fu Yuzhi spoke slowly: "I... agree with Mr. Duan's opinion and restart the investigation of the Yumen Pass Massacre. The hundreds of thousands of dead souls should also be given an explanation."
As soon as these words came out, this matter was finalized!
In this morning's court meeting, the cabinet was completely defeated except for retaining the power of memorial.
