Jiang Shichao suddenly felt that he was fighting alone.
What was originally a good hand and a guaranteed win suddenly turned into a bad hand and a guaranteed loss.
An ominous premonition suddenly struck me.
He raised his head and looked at Gu Fenglin.
A beautiful palace maid was blushing with embarrassment, carefully scrubbing the blood on Gu Fenglin's face.
The imperial doctor on the side was talking nonchalantly, with a worried look on his face.
Gu Fenglin was sitting upright, his face was calm and elegant, and his demeanor was not affected in any way because of his injury.
Sensing his gaze, Gu Fenglin raised her eyes to look at him, raised her right index finger and lightly scratched her neck.
The chill is awe-inspiring.
Jiang Shichao couldn't help but shrink his neck, as if there was really a knife crossing there.
He raised the corners of his lips in dissatisfaction and sneered.
Do you think he only has this little skill?
No, he was able to survive today because he didn't grow up a vegetarian.
There were rapid footsteps outside.
The palace official reported: "Your Majesty, the Minister of Punishment wishes to see you."
The emperor raised his hand: "Let him come in."
The Minister of Punishment came quickly, sweating profusely: "Your Majesty..."
Suddenly seeing Jiang Shichao, Meng Xiang, and Gu Fenglin there, he immediately fell silent.
The emperor was in a bad mood and immediately lost his temper: "What's the matter?"
The Minister of Punishment sneered: "Jingzhao Mansion just came to report that a strange case occurred in the west of the city."
"Meng Jia, the eldest son of Prince Guichang, the eldest grandson of Princess Bolin and others were having fun together in a teahouse in the west of the city, and unexpectedly discovered a group of abducted children."
Jiang Shichao was originally uneasy, but after hearing this, he was no longer afraid. He had not kidnapped children, so it had nothing to do with him.
The emperor was a little angry.
This group of dandy kids who have nothing to do with anything, only know how to eat, drink, and have fun, and that’s why such a big thing happened. They don’t want to do something serious for the country, but they go to eat, drink, and have fun?
Moreover, the Jingzhao Mansion should take care of things like kidnapped children, so why should they report them in a hurry?
Didn't you see that he was busy?
The Minister of Punishment took a breath: "Half of these kidnapped children were lost in the fireworks display last night."
He glanced at Jiang Shichao quickly and whispered: "The teahouse proprietress said that her husband is the chief steward of General Chiang's mansion. She can't be traced in this matter. These children were kept by Mr. Jiang at her place."
Jiang Shichao paid homage to the leading general and took charge of the imperial army. Hearing this, he was furious: "Nonsense! This is a bloody slander! This is slander!"
He never imagined that this kind of thing would actually involve him.
In anger, he rushed over and grabbed the Minister of Justice, raised his fist and wanted to hit him: "What benefit did you get from them, old man, to frame me like this!"
The Minister of Punishment was well prepared, and he ducked just enough to avoid the fist.
I thought that if I avoided it the first time, it would be fine, and everyone would start a fight anyway.
Unexpectedly, the bend of my knee suddenly went numb, and I fell backwards, falling to the ground with a "snap".
So Jiang Shichao hit him hard on the nose, and a dye shop was opened immediately, and the front of the court uniform was dyed red by the gushing blood.
The Minister of Punishment was hurt and angry. He was originally a little afraid of the Jiang family, but he couldn't care anymore at this time.
He grabbed Jiang Shichao's collar with his backhand and said loudly: "Please make the decision for me, your majesty! If I fail to enforce the law impartially, General Jiang will beat and humiliate me in front of your majesty. There is no trace of your majesty or the king's law in his eyes!"
Jiang Shichao was also stunned. He was just bluffing, how could he hit? (To be continued)