Chapter 241: A mute dreaming, luring the snake out of its hole

"Foresight is to see the trend of the future in advance. People without foresight, are they called leaders? I say they are not called leaders."

Inside the Chengguang Hall of the West Garden, having just finished a foreign affairs activity, the Emperor's waist softened, and he collapsed into a heap on the dragon throne.

Fortunately, the civil officials had all accompanied the foreign envoys out of the palace; otherwise, they would have had to stiffen their necks and talk for half a day about how His Majesty should pay attention to his demeanor.

As for the meritorious officials and imperial relatives who remained in the hall...

Didn't you see that even the Emperor's own aunt was turning a blind eye?

"His Majesty has great foresight and is worthy of being the leader of the world."

The meritorious officials could not understand the hidden meaning; they only remembered to flatter.

Zhu Yijun collapsed on the dragon throne, looking up at the rafters: "I was praising you all."

"You foresaw the great trend of maritime trade, took precautions, and did not fall behind when bargaining with foreign envoys today; you are already the maritime leaders of this age."

Although the foreign devils spoke strange Chinese, they were all very shrewd in trade.

It is not an easy thing to get the foreign devils to play along with the meritorious officials.

Fortunately, this group of meritorious officials was promising and put in enough effort in making money; after a round of consultations, they had at least established a preliminary cooperative relationship.

The meritorious officials were happy to be praised.

Unlike the civil officials, the relatives and meritorious officials were rarely praised by the Emperor throughout the year; it was rare for the Emperor to have a discerning eye, and the meritorious officials could not suppress the corners of their mouths.

Only the Eldest Princess Ning'an, as an elder, still had some reserve: "This humble one is ashamed and dare not accept."

As an Eldest Princess with a title, she refers to herself as "I" when out and about; she only refers to herself humbly as "this humble one" in front of the Emperor.

After the customary polite words, she took the opportunity to ask about serious matters: "Just as His Majesty said, maritime trade is the great trend of the present."

"The memorial for jointly running a firm concerns seizing the first opportunity. Whether it is appropriate or not, I ask His Majesty to clarify."

The Ministry of Works has already built the ocean-going ships; as long as these imperial relatives can afford the price, they don't have to worry about not being able to buy them.

The problem is, every family can afford the money for the ships, but long-distance voyages are not something that can be done alone.

Not to mention anything else, who will provide escort?

This time, the official ships were escorted by Jinghai Earl Zhu Shitai leading troops, but what about the private ships? Not every family has an establishment of personal guards; they can't just go crazy and recruit troops on the spot, right?

Thus, the imperial relatives and meritorious officials naturally came together—imperial relatives like the Eldest Princess have money to contribute, and meritorious officials like Pingjiang Earl have people to contribute.

Unfortunately, the concept is beautiful, but the civil officials' impeachment memorials will not give them face.

What are imperial relatives and meritorious officials trying to do by blatantly colluding with money and troops!?

This is why the meritorious officials could only enter the palace to communicate their feelings with the Emperor.

Zhu Yijun rested his elbows on the edge of the chair, revealing only half of his head: "Appropriate, but also not appropriate."

Little Zhu played a trick and did not forget to explain: "In principle, I support you all in communicating with each other, but a tall tree catches the wind; you still have to use methods and follow the rules."

The group of meritorious officials looked at each other.

Pingjiang Earl's heir Chen Yinzhao scratched his head, really unable to understand the Emperor's meaning, so he simply gave up thinking and bowed directly: "We are dull."

A long yawn and a big stretch came from the throne.

The Emperor's half head gradually floated above the table.

Zhu Yijun smiled and signaled for this distant cousin to stand up: "What I mean is."

"It is too taboo for meritorious officials, members of the imperial clan, and relatives of the Emperor to collude with wealth and troops; even if I were willing to come forward, I could not provide this guarantee."

"You all still have to spend some capital and show a good appearance."

People without foresight cannot lead the world.

This pile of imperial relatives and meritorious officials are still just little sheep for now, but when they truly cross the ocean and return fully loaded...

With money, they have money; with troops, they have troops; even land can be managed at will overseas, and they will immediately expand into behemoths!

The prevention of the relatives must start from the beginning; otherwise, if you wait until the stage of wild growth to restrict them, these imperial relatives will have to stiffen their necks and say they are pillar industries and the foundation of the imperial court, and cannot be easily moved.

Marquis of Longping Zhang Bing had once guarded the Southeast in his early years and at least understood some human affairs; hearing this, he immediately expressed his stance: "Everything is at His Majesty's command!"

The Marquis of Longping and the heir of Pingjiang Earl did not know why, but they muddled along and shouted twice.

Zhu Yijun looked at the sparse expressions in the hall and could not help but pout.

Forget it, the requirements cannot be too high.

Zhu Yijun shook his head and finally opened up the path: "I can come forward to guarantee the maritime firm jointly run by you all, but you all must also give me the confidence to guarantee it."

"First, regarding specific business matters, I can block outsiders from interfering, but in the general direction, the annual income and expenditure, next year's plan, and the vassal states visited must be audited under the eyes of the Inner Court and the ministries, just like the vassal property."

"Second, the specific dry shares, silver shares, and body shares of the firm—as long as you are a proprietor, you cannot hide them. Changing people, changing shares, everything related must be put on the table; otherwise, even if it is me, I cannot suppress the suspicion in my heart, fearing that one of you will hone your skills and secretly control the firm."

"Third, regarding the specific goods for each maritime trade, in addition to the declaration of prohibited items, there is one more thing: don't just focus on making money for yourselves and only bring back jewelry and ornaments to circle land and entertain yourselves among the nobles. If you don't think about benefiting the small people, how can I plead for you to those Confucian scholars who shout 'no benefit to state affairs' all day long?"

"Fourth, the troops, armor, and firearms involved in escorting must be reported to the Ministry of War, and when going to sea or docking, they must be strictly inspected."

"In addition, the firearms purchased or captured must first be handed over to the Ministry of Works for research and manufacturing..."

The Emperor's rules and regulations chattered on for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Fortunately, maritime trade, which had not yet become a pillar industry, did not have the confidence to bargain at this time.

The imperial relatives and meritorious officials did not mind kneeling to make money; they all listened attentively and nodded like pounding garlic: "His Majesty's guidance, we will keep it in mind!"

Zhu Yijun smiled; these relatives didn't know if they understood or not, just nodding and nodding.

He was not talking nonsense; he came prepared.

These rules and regulations, in addition to guiding the healthy growth of maritime trade, were almost tailor-made for splitting, reorganization, and nationalization.

Just like the vassal property, the maritime firm must be supervised by bureaucratic institutions such as the Ministry of Revenue, the Inner Court, and the Imperial Clan Court from the beginning of its startup.

When the business grows and forms a certain scale, the supervision of the direction will gradually turn into guidance on business—temporary assignments, after many years of custom, will naturally evolve into professional offices. It doesn't matter what the name is, but the duties will inevitably carry the color of "supervising state-owned assets."

After a series of business guidance such as accumulating navigation technology, integrating core assets, stripping away the original shares of meritorious officials, and official supervision and merchant management, a controlled "Great Ming Dynasty Old Port Pacification Commission Firm" can rise in the Strait of Malacca.

Of course, Zhu Yijun is not a mean Emperor.

During the period when the cake is being made bigger, how much floating wealth these imperial relatives and meritorious officials can earn is the realization of their merits.

Thinking of this, Zhu Yijun could not help but sigh: "Sigh, it is only because you all are my family subjects and relatives, as close as brothers, that I have no benefit at all and am busy for you all in vain."

The meritorious officials under the imperial steps looked at each other.

They didn't understand the Emperor's bad taste of acting cute; they just thought he was asking for benefits.

Everyone looked at the Eldest Princess Ning'an, and the latter hurriedly came forward to express her stance: "Your Majesty, this humble one has naturally prepared dry shares for the Empress Dowager!"

The Inner Court is not separated from the family; naturally, this is a euphemism for filial piety to the Emperor.

Hearing this, Zhu Yijun was happy, and then waved his hand: "Forget it, don't give the outer court a handle."

If the censorate officials of the outer court find out, they will say the Emperor is greedy and collecting wealth again.

The Emperor's thoughts can be scattered at will, but the imperial relatives and meritorious officials have to think more.

This is that the way of filial piety is too crude, making the Emperor dissatisfied!

Pingjiang Earl's heir Chen Yinzhao suddenly stepped out: "Your Majesty, the Empress Dowager is the mother of the world and should not look down on filthy things. This subordinate thinks, why not donate to build a maritime school in the name of the Empress Dowager."

Zhu Yijun was stunned when he heard this.

Is this a good idea that meritorious officials can come up with?

This is much more beautiful than dividing dry shares; not only can it "bribe with a name" to the Inner Court, but it can also effectively cultivate personnel for their own firm, and the fat water will not flow into outsiders' fields.

Especially doing good deeds like recruiting the blind, teaching reading and writing, and teaching a skill, if taken to the outer court to say, the resistance can be much smaller.

Even if it is Wang Xijue's board face, it has to be relaxed—building a school is always correct; even if it is a heinous person, as long as they donate to build a few schools, they must be "still having a trace of humanity."

It is simply a win-win!

Zhu Yijun could not help but look at the Chen family child a few more times; hanging out with Li Chengming all day still taught him something good.

He shook his head and laughed, nodded with satisfaction: "Then let's build a school, but don't use the Empress Dowager's name; otherwise, if there is a shipwreck, it will make the old lady worry about food and tea."

"Everything must have a beginning. Since maritime trade began with the 'Longqing Opening of the Sea,' let's hang it under the name of the late Emperor."

One hammer settled the sound, and everyone bowed in submission.

"Opening the sea in two dynasties, father and son with one heart; such a beautiful story will surely be passed down to future generations!"

Used to the flattery of Confucian scholars, he had no feeling for the straight balls of these meritorious officials; Zhu Yijun waved his hand to drive people away after hearing only half of it.

The imperial relatives and meritorious officials achieved their goal, bowed respectfully again and again, and followed the little eunuch to turn and leave the hall with satisfaction.

The Chengguang Hall finally had a moment of rare quiet.

Zhu Yijun stood up from the throne, supported his lower back with both hands, and slowly walked down the steps.

"What time is it?"

Zhu Yijun sat stiffly on the throne all morning, feeling it was incomparably long; why hasn't it been time to eat yet?

Li Jin had served the Emperor for many years and had also figured out his habits; after looking at the time, he bowed and replied: "Your Majesty, there are still three quarters of an hour until lunch."

Zhu Yijun twisted his neck to relax his muscles and bones: "Send the meal to the Wanshou Palace; I will go back and rest."

Li Jin understood and made a gesture behind him.

The clever little eunuchs who should go to urge the meal quietly retreated, and those who should serve the return to the Wanshou Palace followed behind with small steps.

Zhu Yijun rubbed his lower back up and down and paced toward the outside of the Chengguang Hall: "Has the arrangement for the Winter Solstice sacrifice been made?"

The specific process is a matter for the Ministry of Rites to arrange; what is asked here is the repair and cleaning of the Divine Palace Supervision.

Li Jin lowered his posture and followed behind the Emperor: "Returning to Your Majesty's words, the Round Mound and the Nine Mausoleums have all been arranged."

Zhu Yijun nodded: "Daban, take my imperial edict and tidy up the Jing Emperor's mausoleum as well."

The Jing Emperor is the Dai Zong; he can be sacrificed or not, but Zhu Yijun usually brings him along.

Li Jin naturally bowed his head and agreed.

At this time, the scorching sun was hanging in the middle.

The Emperor walked out of the Chengguang Hall, and the inner officials and attendants who cleared the way, shaded from the sun, and fanned the wind swarmed up.

The group of people headed toward the Wanshou Palace with a crowd of people.

Zhu Yijun was in the center of the queue, pressing his lower back and walking at a steady pace: "How much silver did the Inner Court prepare for the Winter Month?"

There are two expensive things in the Winter Month.

The first is the thirty-sixth birthday of the Empress Dowager Cisheng Li; she originally didn't intend to hold it, but she didn't know which bald head she heard it from, saying that the number thirty-six corresponds to the thirty-six objects of observation, and to break the troubles of the flesh, a big birthday banquet must be held.

The second is the Third Princess, the eldest of the four sisters currently alive, Princess Shouyang Zhu Yaoe, who is to marry Hou Gongchen this month; the Inner Court has to prepare the expenses for her dowry.

Li Jin followed the Emperor step by step, hesitated for a moment before answering: "Returning to Your Majesty, the Empress Dowager Cisheng's meaning is to take 100,000 taels each; the Inner Court can indeed scrape it together..."

Zhu Yijun waved his hand: "Then listen to the Empress Dowager and take 40,000 taels each."

Li Jin was stunned, then reacted, his face bitter.

The Emperor is getting older, and he is too lazy to coax the Empress Dowager Li's occasional willfulness.

He thought 200,000 taels was too much, so he cut it to 80,000 taels without asking, wanting to cook the raw rice into cooked rice.

What if the Empress Dowager Li gets angry when the time comes?

Naturally, it is he, the eunuch in charge of the Eastern Depot and the Ceremonial Seal, who speaks unclearly, passes the wrong words, and ruins the Emperor's filial piety.

Li Jin's old face was squeezed into a chrysanthemum, and he carried the pot with tears: "Yes, this slave will arrange it properly when the time comes."

Zhu Yijun could not help but laugh when he saw Li Jin's appearance.

He reached out and patted Li Jin on the shoulder: "Daban is ultimately my elder; we are one family, so bear with it."

Eight years have passed; even prison friends have an extra layer of affection, not to mention the Emperor and the great eunuch who are relatives and live together day and night.

Li Jin was used to carrying the pot, bowed, and let the matter pass.

Zhu Yijun walked in front, his mouth not stopping: "By the way, that civet cat I gave to Empress Dowager Rensheng that year, it's nine years old this year, right?"

Li Jin was startled.

He recalled for a moment before remembering what the Emperor was talking about: "Returning to Your Majesty, counting it, it is nine years and eight months old."

Zhu Yijun nodded; it is already an old cat, and it is estimated that it will not last long. He pondered for a moment and turned to instruct Li Jin: "Find another little civet for the Empress Dowager to raise; change her mood."

Li Jin immediately agreed: "Your Majesty is purely filial."

Aside from flattery, there was also a bit of true emotion—giving a cat to Empress Dowager Rensheng at the beginning could be said to be for comfort, but remembering it after eight years is truly filial piety.

Zhu Yijun smiled and said nothing.

This has nothing to do with filial piety; it is mainly because he suddenly remembered that Princess Yanqing, who was raised by Empress Dowager Chen, is also twelve years old. When the daughter gets married and the pet dies, it will be too lonely.

Of course, there is more than one beautiful woman guarding the empty boudoir besides Empress Dowager Chen.

Zhu Yijun shook his head and sighed helplessly at the thought of his own arrangement like a shift every night: "Li Daban, don't arrange for service tonight; let me rest."

Li Jin hesitated for a moment: "Your Majesty, the imperial physician said that Consort Zhang is most fertile these two days..."

As soon as the words fell, the Emperor's pace suddenly became as fast as flying, quickly opening up the distance.

Li Jin was dumbfounded, hurriedly stopped his words, and followed quickly.

The old legs obviously couldn't beat the young man; until he reached the Wanshou Palace, Li Jin caught up with the Emperor's figure panting.

Zhu Yijun looked back, coughed lightly, carried his hands behind his back, and entered the Wanshou Palace as if nothing had happened.

Thanks to the Emperor's behavior of boiling the old man, the group appeared too fast, and the inner officials didn't have time to enter the Wanshou Palace to notify Consort Li.

Zhu Yijun waved his hand, signaling the female officials not to make a fuss.

Along the way, there was no one, and Zhu Yijun went straight to the inner hall.

When Zhu Yijun walked to the gate of the inner hall, Li Baiyang was burying her head in tinkering with something.

"Eh, why did the pocket watch suddenly stop? It was clearly wound this morning..."

Consort Li lay on the table, turning a pocket watch over and over.

The sound of talking to herself entered Zhu Yijun's ears, scaring the Emperor into a shock.

His footsteps hung in mid-air, and he held his breath for a long time.

Until confirming that nothing strange happened, Zhu Yijun walked up quickly in anger and shame, stretched out his palm, and snatched the pocket watch from Li Baiyang.

Li Baiyang's hands were empty, and only then did she find that the Emperor had returned, hurriedly getting up to salute: "Your Majesty."

Zhu Yijun helped her up unhappily, and they both sat down: "Things contributed by foreigners, we only know that it is so but don't know why, it is easiest to lose one's ambition in playing with things; I will keep it for you first."

Li Baiyang just thought the Emperor was going to send it to the Qiushi Academy for research, pouted and said "Oh."

Zhu Yijun beckoned to the outside of the hall.

The inner officials and palace maids got the news and brought in plates of imperial meals.

"I have things to do in the afternoon, let's eat and talk." Zhu Yijun turned his head and said softly.

The Emperor's schedule is very full now; even if it is eating, it is arranged with serious matters.

Li Baiyang nodded understandingly, then took out a letter from her sleeve: "This is a family letter sent by Grandfather yesterday."

A family letter is a family letter; as the granddaughter-in-law of Li Chunfang, the Emperor can naturally see it.

Zhu Yijun reached out and took it from Li Baiyang, unfolded the letter, and lowered his head to read it quickly.

Li Chunfang's family letter is not as simple as chatting about family affairs.

It will more or less talk about the situation in the officialdom of Nanzhili, the trend of the scholar-bureaucrats, and the trend of the aristocratic families.

And under the circumstances that Zhu Yijun had previously issued a secret edict, the so-called family letter is better described as a private task report that does not go through official channels.

Zhu Yijun quickly scanned a page and grasped the key words.

He asked without raising his head: "What about the newspaper?"

Li Baiyang didn't wait for the palace maids to serve, and set up the bowls and chopsticks for herself and the Emperor: "I put it on the bookshelf in the main hall for Your Majesty."

Zhu Yijun nodded and didn't ask anyone to fetch it—knowing it was there was enough.

Li Baiyang looked a little sad: "Grandfather said in the letter that he and Great-Grandmother are getting worse every day."

Zhu Yijun was reading Li Chunfang's family letter intently and just gave a "hmm."

He remembered that Li Chunfang still had a few years to live, but Li Chunfang's old mother, it seems that the Li family held a grand funeral in the ninth year of Wanli, it should be the old lady.

Li Baiyang looked at the Emperor and complained: "Your Majesty said a few years ago to find someone to replace Grandfather's job, let him enjoy his old age and serve his old mother."

Zhu Yijun paused and looked up to meet Li Baiyang's gaze.

Arranging jobs for relatives is like this, always being brought up at home.

Zhu Yijun slandered for a while before helplessly comforting: "The Nanjing News Bureau is a heavy weapon of the country; now, except for Grandfather-in-law, no one can take on the heavy responsibility."

It is different from the political environment of Beizhili.

The News Bureau in Nanjing is much more important than the two governors of Nanzhili, various viceroys, and the six ministries—that is the world of scholar-bureaucrat public opinion!

Except for high-ranking officials of the imperial court like Li Chunfang, born in a famous family, and a model of scholar-bureaucrats, how many people in the world can suppress the scene of the Nanjing News Bureau?

Of course, it is not that there are none.

The most suitable people are actually the group of people in the Donglin Party; they have the background, they have the reputation, and their official rank is not low.

It is a pity that whether it is Gu Xiancheng or Li Sancai, although they have been reformed for several years, I have not yet verified their specific quality.

I can only let Li Chunfang suffer a little more.

As soon as Zhu Yijun finished speaking, he saw Li Baiyang's cheeks bulging again.

Virtue.

Zhu Yijun could not help rolling his eyes, helplessly stepped back and said: "At least finish this errand?"

Li Baiyang then smiled shyly and awkwardly picked up a piece of food for the Emperor.

Seeing that the Emperor was not impatient, she asked with concern: "Is Your Majesty's luring the snake out of its hole almost done? Grandfather said that the major newspapers in the south are becoming more and more unrestrained, and there are signs of madness."

Zhu Yijun paused and corrected angrily: "What luring the snake out of its hole!"

Li Baiyang shrank her neck: "Grandfather said so."

Zhu Yijun was speechless.

After a long while, he sighed: "Do you think this is my original intention? How does your grandfather know who let down whom!"

"The matter of founding newspapers among the people, I went through dangers to achieve."

"At that time, no one in the court agreed; the officials of the Tongzheng Office were very resentful, and the Ministry of Rites also said that this was handing over a sharp weapon, and even the Chief Minister and Mr. Gao argued with me until their necks were red."

"I almost persuaded them one by one."

"On the one hand, I used debating classics as a raft to broadcast classics and let a hundred flowers bloom. On the other hand, I put high hats on Confucian scholars, claiming that scholar-bureaucrat public opinion can supervise lawless officials; as long as the imperial court walks the right path, it is not afraid of outsiders talking, and in the end, I even used the stick of opening the path of speech to knock people."

"I worked hard to do so much work, and finally got the Nanjing News Bureau up and running."

"Who would have thought that as soon as something happened, they would show their original form!"

"They actually took my ride and wanted to block my way! Li Chunfang calls this me wanting to lure the snake out of its hole!?"

Zhu Yijun became more and more lonely as he spoke.

He is not a saint and cannot be right in every step.

When he founded the newspaper, although he understood that this was a double-edged sword, he felt that the advantages outweighed the disadvantages.

Unexpectedly.

Zhu Yijun scanned Li Chunfang's family letter and looked at the various articles slandering the government.

The three Zhangs of Taicang of the Fusha Newspaper, Luo Yuren of the Nanjing Guozijian Newspaper, Zhao Nanxing of the Donglin Newspaper...

"Sigh."

Zhu Yijun shook his head and sighed: "Luring the snake out of its hole, let it be; the wind in Nanzhili has reached the time when it must be rectified."

Li Baiyang saw that she seemed to have said the wrong thing.

She looked at the Emperor's face carefully, pondering how to appease him.

Zhu Yijun patted her shoulder and smiled: "Nothing, eat first."

At this time, the dishes were almost served.

The two were about to move their chopsticks when Zhu Yijun looked up and saw a steamed dish brought in by the great eunuch Wei Chao.

The Emperor raised his eyebrows: "Why come to me after finishing the errand instead of eating?"

Wei Chao smiled and placed the dish in front of the Emperor: "I was afraid that Your Majesty was thinking about it, so I came to report the decree first; it just so happens that after I finish the errand, I still have to ask for leave to go out of the palace."

Zhu Yijun heard that it was a legitimate reason, so he didn't scold him again.

He asked casually: "Did the Master go back to the Cabinet to cram official documents?"

Wei Chao shook his head: "Returning to Your Majesty, the Chief Minister has already finished reading the files and official documents and is about to take advantage of today's morning court to discuss the errands handed over by Your Majesty."

"When I left, he was discussing the Lotus case."

Zhu Yijun was also surprised when he heard this.

Then he shook his head and praised with envy: "Sure enough, the nickname was not called in vain; he is worthy of being a prodigy."

If it were himself, he wouldn't be able to finish reading that pile of files in half a day.

Wei Chao glanced at the Emperor, thought for a moment, and still didn't tell the Emperor that Zhang Juzheng was listening to the court deliberation while reading the files.

"Lotus case?"

Li Baiyang showed a curious look on the side: "I seem to have heard a certain noble lady mention it."

Zhu Yijun sneered: "I am afraid there are not many people in the capital who haven't heard of it."

The Emperor obviously didn't have the mood to answer questions now.

Wei Chao explained to Consort Li on the side: "Niangniang, it is a miscarriage of justice from the early years."

"In the sixth year of Longqing, Embroidered Uniform Guard Commander Zhou Shichen was murdered at home."

"After the incident, Five Cities Military Command Commander Zhang Guowei took over the case and learned that the maid Lotus, the old servant Wang Kui, and the neighbor Lu Jin were at the scene, so he directly identified the three as the murderers."

"Although there was no physical evidence, the confessions were very complete; all three confessed that they killed the master because their affair was discovered."

"After the case reached the Ministry of Justice, Ministry of Justice Main Official Pan Zhiyi believed there were doubts in the case and refused to close it, but Junior Vice Minister Weng Dali insisted that the facts were clear, and finally sentenced the three to death by dismemberment."

Li Baiyang picked up food while eating with gossip.

Hearing this, she couldn't help but ask: "Didn't they confess? Why is it called a miscarriage of justice?"

Wei Chao really didn't know if this was intentional or ignorance of the world.

He looked at the Emperor, and after the Emperor's tacit approval, he smiled bitterly: "Because a month ago, a criminal named Zhu Guochen was raided by the Baoding Prefecture for obstructing the land survey."

"In his house, they actually found the Embroidered Uniform Guard waist plate of the victim of the Lotus case, as well as some blood-stained antiques and calligraphy and paintings."

"In other words, Zhu Guochen should be the real murderer of the case back then!"

Li Baiyang was dumbfounded.

Muttering to herself: "Then why did those three confess back then?"

Wei Chao choked and didn't know how to answer.

Just at this time.

Zhu Yijun suddenly sneered: "When Zhang Han was in charge of the Ministry of Justice, I ordered him to thoroughly investigate the miscarriage of justice, and he even brought this case out for discussion."

"Do you know how Weng Dali, who was already the Nanjing Minister of Justice, replied to me?"

Li Baiyang looked at the Emperor curiously.

Zhu Yijun smiled without smiling: "This fellow said that the case he handled could stand the test of history."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 242 =====