Ordinary people don't know it, but Meng Twelve and others know it.
The people of Qi had just massacred 30,000 soldiers and civilians in Guning City, and the emperor was about to explode there.
Everyone was holding their breath, not daring to make a sound or provoke anyone.
The so-called spies of Qi are just punching bags, and whoever gets in contact with them will be in bad luck.
Now that Mu Yunhan has accused Master Han of being a spy, even his immediate boss, Peng Bo, dare not defend him.
Otherwise, as long as Mu Yunhan clings to Master Han, who was his instigator, there will be endless trouble.
"This woman has really evil intentions. She brought the money herself, which shows that people have been watching her and have made plans."
Peng Bo said coldly: "But Master Twelve, there is no need to worry, there is still hope for this matter."
Spies are spies, arson is arson.
As long as the people he arranged left Pucheng and rushed to the capital to file a petition, this matter could be reversed!
By then, it will no longer be Master Han who instigates and bribes the victims to cause trouble.
Instead, Mu Yunhan framed him and used his power to try to cover up the truth and deceive Shengting.
Meng Twelve said coldly: "You'd better keep your word. Otherwise, if this matter becomes so big and so much effort is put into it, and nothing comes of it, I don't need to tell you. You should know what will happen."
Peng Bo said: "Don't worry."
Suddenly I heard someone reporting from outside: "My lord, a group of people are coming outside. The one in front is a woman. She says she is the owner of the Medicine Hall, and she is Mrs. An Guo. She took this post and said she wants to see the lord and report the case."
Peng Bo and Meng Twelve both lost their faces. They took the post and saw that it was indeed Mu Yunhan's famous post.
Peng Bo looked unhappy: "You are so thick-skinned, you really dare to come!"
Meng Twelve said: "With the same virtue as Gu Fenglin, they are both good at using conspiracy and tricks. You go and take care of it and don't let her catch the mistake on the surface."
Just as Peng Bo was about to leave, another person came: "The imperial envoy asked, has the list of victims and property damage list he requested been released?"
Meng Twelve frowned and told Peng Bo: "You don't have to worry about it, I will deal with it myself."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door was kicked open from outside.
Meng Jia walked in expressionlessly and said coldly: "How are you going to deal with me?"
Although Meng Twelve received Meng Xiang's secret instructions and many of his subordinates listened to him, he still couldn't help but feel timid when he saw Meng Jia: "Brother Ten, you have misunderstood."
Meng Jia stared at him and looked at Peng Bo: "Give me the roster and list."
Peng Bo glanced at Meng Twelve secretly and laughed dryly: "Sir, how can it be so fast... These must be recorded and investigated in detail..."
Meng Jia asked: "When can we come out?"
Peng Bo said: "It will take at least three to five days..."
Before he finished speaking, Meng Jia slapped him away and his face hit the edge of the table. His mouth was filled with the taste of blood and his ears were buzzing.
Meng Twelve quickly helped him up and shouted: "Brother Ten, how can you beat someone? This is an official of the imperial court!"
Meng Jia stood there steadily, with broad shoulders and long legs, a face as cold as a knife, and red eyes, with a hint of obvious irritability and impatience.
"I am an imperial envoy appointed by His Majesty himself! The purpose of coming here is to calm down the situation, stabilize the situation, and treat the victims. But if anyone is derelict in his duties and delays the important matter, what if he is executed immediately?"
When others say this, Peng Bo and others don't believe it.
But it was Meng Jia who said this, but they didn't dare to believe it.