Chapter 157
Hua Changshi could see more clearly about the end of the Yan family case. Hua Changshi reported to Mu Anzhi privately, "The Marquis of Nan'an is worthy of it. It is indeed difficult to convict death based on the Yan family case alone."
Mu Anzhi tidied up his sleeves, "The destruction of the court was caused by weighing the pros and cons."
"Your Highness?"
His words were very straightforward, and the third prince’s words were even more profound.
Mu Anzhi leaned sideways, looked at Changshi Hua and asked him, "How do you feel when you review the Yan family case?"
Hua Changshi sighed, "Although there are regrets, Yulei gradually faded."
Mu Anzhi's narrowed eyes were filled with a hint of arrogance, "I will do it with all kinds of people and make friends with powerful people, but I will never become that kind of person. I will live forever, not to earn wealth and power, but to do something truly and truly."
"We don't care about the extra matters, we are in the position and plan our affairs. Since we are in the Ministry of Justice, we will restore unjust cases to make innocence and justice to those who are wronged." Mu Anzhi looked outside, "Has Du Changshi been fine?"
"It should be almost done. I'll go and see him."
Today is the day to pay homage to the father and son of the Yan family. Since the crown prince came out to pay tribute to him personally, he naturally followed him. Mu Anyi had always been in a disagreement with the Eastern Palace, but the case of the Yan family was his hand, and today he would also bring his subordinates over there.
Du Changshi Hua Changshi is Mu Anzhi's right-hand man and will go with Mu Anzhi.
Mu Anzhi did not go to the palace to join the prince, so he took his own people to the tombs of the Yan family father and son.
In a lush apricot forest with lush branches and leaves, a small path is paved with blue bricks. Two blue brick tombs stand next to each other. In front of the tomb is a stele with a head of a dragon and a turtle with a height of seven feet. The court specially used the tomb ritual system of the fifth-rank official.
Censor Zhuo stood in green clothes and saw Mu Anzhi coming, and stepped forward to meet him two steps, bowed and bowed, "I've seen Your Highness."
Mu Anzhi and Censor Zhuo often had some friction. When the case was tried, the two still had to roll up their sleeves from time to time to do something. Therefore, Mu Anzhi accepted Zhuo's rituals calmly. Today, in front of the tomb of the father and son of the Yan family, Mu Anzhi raised his hand and helped him, "No need to be polite." Someone who hates Zhuo like Censor Zhuo has something to do.
Yan Lin came over to salute in Suyi, and Mu Anzhi was dismissed directly. Zhuo Jingshi said, "It's better to go there to rest. I just cooked good tea."
The place where Zhuo Yushi cooks tea is on the side of Yan Jue's stele. On a small bamboo table, there are two dishes of pastries and a set of purple clay tea sets. Next to it is a brass kettle sitting on a small red mud stove.
There were also two dishes of pastries in front of Yan Jue's tombstone, a cup of hot tea with warm air rising.
Censor Zhuo must have been having tea with Yan Jue just now.
Mu Anzhi was not afraid of these things. He sat cross-legged on the cushion and called Hua Changshi Du to rest, especially Du Changshi, who was injured. Zhuo Yu poured Du Changshi a cup of water, "I heard that you are taking medicine, so you should eat less tea. Even though you are young, you should pay attention to your health."
Yushi Zhuo suddenly became a normal person, and everyone was still a little uncomfortable.
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Eastern Palace.
The prince changed into a lighter dress. As soon as he had breakfast, he heard the eunuch reply, "Former Minister of Justice Wang came here to pay his respects to His Highness."
The princess' belly was already very bulky. She sat on the side with her waist and abdomen, watching the palace servants serving the prince rinse her mouth, and couldn't help but say, "Your Highness is about to go out, but this old man is here unfortunately."
"It's not a coincidence that he came here now." The prince took the silk handkerchief from the palace servant and wiped the corners of his lips, and ordered the eunuch, "Let the elder Wang serve tea in the side palace first, and I'll go there later."
The prince saw Shi Chen sitting for a while and then went to the outer hall. When he saw Mr. Wang, he was naturally forced to greet him. Mr. Wang sighed, "The old minister just came to His Majesty to apologize. This was all the old minister's confusion back then. Today, he specially asked for an order to go with His Highness to pay tribute to the father and son of the Yan family."
"It's no wonder that the elders are the elders. They don't have to blame themselves so much." The prince comforted me and said to himself, "You have to apologize in front of your father. It's useless to say these words to the other side. The third brother is going to pay tribute today. I'm afraid that it's his hurdle that you can't pass."
The prince brought the prince's servants and the eldest son Wang to accompany him.
After the prince personally paid tribute, he comforted Yan Lin several words. After the prince paid tribute, he was Mu Anzhi. Mu Anzhi had no tribute words, so he put on incense sticks to mourn. Mr. Wang retired as a first-rank official, so he was naturally ranked behind Mu Anzhi.
Mu Anzhi looked at Mr. Wang tremblingly, helping him from his juniors in the family to the tombs of the father and son of the Yan family, bowed deeply, took the three skeletons and lit the fragrance, bowed and bowed three times, sighed deeply, and was about to leave.
Mu Anzhi suddenly said, "Is there nothing that Wang Shangshu wants to say?"
The prince's eyes flashed, and the third brother sent someone to send a message to the Wang family, and it was indeed about to attack.
Mr. Wang, the second grandson of Mr. Wang, whispered, "Your Highness, my grandfather has always blamed himself recently. Please forgive an old man who is in a twilight age."
"How many handsome talents in this world have died young. When I think of Yan Jue as the first person before the ceremony, I feel that it is a great blessing to have a twilight year. What's more, it's better to make grandparents and grandchildren come to the tombs of the father and son of the Yan family to pay tribute to him. What's more, what's the blessing of being a blessing to Wang Shangshu? Seeing the fate of Yan's father and son, I have to be grateful for the high-ranking officials and generous salaries, granting their wives and children, being rich and noble, and being above the family, and determining life and death, how happy is it?"
Mr. Wang burst into tears, "Your Highness's words will lead to death."
Mu Anzhi sneered, "What does it have to do with me if you die? I have nothing to do when I have nothing to do to pay attention to the life of Shangshu Wang. You were the top scholar at that time, and there were only one juren behind you, and all the other four had no achievements. There were six grandchildren, and only this second-in-law Wang was the scholar and ranked 23rd in the scholar list."
"When you were the Minister of Justice, the Ministry of Justice caused this unjust case. I originally suggested that Your Majesty hold you accountable. Your Majesty is soft-hearted. Seeing that you have been retiring for many years and have been in dying years, I can't bear to blame you. I was very angry and even had a fight with Your Majesty in the imperial study room. Now I think about it, there is no need. Look at your descendants behind you, and see that you are ruined, it is not retribution!" Mu Anzhi gently brushed off a fallen leaf on the shoulder of Mr. Wang, held his slightly trembling shoulder, and curled the corners of his lips, "You have to live well. Without you, the big tree, these descendants under the tree, but who will shelter them from the wind and rain?"
Mr. Wang was anxious first, "What's the anger of your Highness? Just come to me. My grandfather is old and cannot bear this humiliation from you."
Mu Anzhi ignored this second master Wang at all. Du Changshi went over and slapped his shoulder gently on Mr. Wang. The second master Wang immediately looked pale and could not speak anymore. Du Changshi said in his ears, "Look at what you said, you can't even get to our Highness in terms of fame and fortune." The implication is that your identity is not worthy of the humiliation of your Highness.
Mu Anzhi withdrew his gaze and looked at Mr. Wang, "Look, the scholar Zhuo, who had lost his fame and fortune, is now the Zuodu Censor. The case where you signed the name and sealed the official seal in person, and now you are seeing the light of day again. You have to come and act like a silence in your twilight years and apologize. How embarrassing. However, I believe that you have seen more worlds, and this embarrassment is nothing."
The old minister Wang shook like the dead leaves in the wind, his face turned gray and looked very ominous. The prince said, "Last brother, the later Censor Zhuo still needs to pay tribute. You have something to say later."
Unexpectedly, Censor Zhuo immediately waved his sleeves very considerately, "I'm not in a hurry, the third prince just say something."
The prince almost did not dodge his waist.
Censor Zhuo quietly exclaimed in the prince's ear, "The Third Highness speaks so happily."
The prince gave the Censor Zhuo a glimpse of calming things. It would be no good for anyone to tell the Secretary of Old Wang to die on the spot. Zhuo Jing said again, "Although I am not in a hurry, there are still a lot of people waiting to burn incense behind you. Third Your Highness, you are also happy at this moment. If Mr. Wang has a good fortune, it will be bad for your reputation. Come on, help the Secretary of Old Wang, you will also calm down. If you don't pursue the matter, you won't pursue it. The Secretary of Old Wang is indeed older. As you said, God will also repay him. I believe that the best retribution for the concocting of the Yan family's unjust case is that there are no outstanding children and grandchildren behind you. All those who regard others as fish on the chopping board will one day become the fish that is fabricated by others on the chopping board."
So, Mu Anzhi did not say that Mr. Wang had to die. After Yushi Zhuo summed up casually, Mr. Wang could not hold on and opened his mouth and squirted out blood.
Mr. Wang was rushed back to his house and died that day.
Censor Mu Anzhi Zhuo was scolded by Xuan in the imperial study room. Censor Zhuo sighed, "I just summarized what the third prince said, and the crown prince was a testimony. I didn't say anything too much. I wanted to persuade him to make peace at that time. Your Majesty also knew that although I had a personal relationship with Yan Jue, Mr. Wang had a crush on his fame and honor, and I absolutely had no intention of thinking about him dying."
"As long as he can handle the Yan family case, I don't know how many similar unjust cases were there when the Minister of Justice was appointed as the Minister of Justice. If you just find one or two to find it, he would be worse than death. This is my style of doing things. I think that the reason why Mr. Wang vomited blood was mostly because of the Third Prince." Censor Zhuo put all the blame on Mu Anzhi.
Even though Mu Anzhi had never thought about evading responsibility, seeing Zhuo's shameless appearance, he was so angry that he swung his straight punch at Zhuo's mouth. Zhuo's legs and feet were flexible and ran away.
Mu Anzhi closed his fist, "Stay away from me!"
Mu Anzhi did not speak in a clever manner like Censor Zhuo. Mu Anzhi said directly to Emperor Mu Xuan, "If you die, die, die if you know your shame, and die as your death."
"If you don't speak so meanly, how could Mr. Wang vomit blood?"
"Why is it that the Yan family was happy to see him and asked him to be a companion underground." Mu Anzhi also said, "Your Majesty often sarcasticizes me. Why didn't I vomit blood? I have never done anything wrong!"
Anyway, Mr. Wang died even though Emperor Mu Xuan did not pursue Mr. Wang’s mistakes back then, he didn’t really like him much. He then sent him down after scolding Mu Anzhi.
The prince and the imperial censor Zhuo left the imperial study together. The prince said, "So too, why do you kill them all at this time?"
Zhuo Jingshi put his hands behind him, "That old thing should be dying, and it is called a thief if he is old but not dead. He is annoying for a day."
"What's more, it's a good opportunity to have the third prince take the blame." Zhuo Yushi blinked at the prince.
The prince's light yellow dark cloud-patterned gauze shirt was blown by the wind, and it was extremely elegant. The prince smiled, "Don't mess with the third brother, he is a real person. Even if you don't push him, he should recognize him, and he never shirks his responsibilities."
"The Third Prince is a prince after all, so it's nothing he can say more. I have many enemies in the court, so I have to be more cautious." Yushu Zhuo responded without sincerity, "I think the Third Prince does not intend to let anyone named Wang go."
The prince agrees deeply.
As for the Wang family, Censor Zhuo was both right. As Censor Zhuo himself said, there must be more than just this handle in his tenure as a prescription. With Censor Zhuo’s current official position, it is very easy to make Mr. Wang’s reputation disgrace better than death.
But Mu Anzhi has always been dissatisfied with the verdict. If a person like the Wang family could scold Mr. Wang to death, Mu Anzhi probably didn't care about anything that was not famous at all.
Chapter completed!