In Han Mulu's understanding, avenging private vengeance and retaliation must naturally be carried out secretly. There would never be any lunatic who would make a big announcement before taking action.
But...
Zhao Huan is such a madman.
Han Mulu's heart sank, but he pretended to be calm: "As expected of the prince, he is indeed very cheerful!"
"But as a prince, if you want to avenge a private vendetta, I'm afraid you won't be able to pass the test of the Ministry of Rites, right?"
Zhao Huan shrugged his shoulders and said nonchalantly: "Since Mr. Han has moved out of the Ministry of Rites, I would also like to ask the Ministry of Rites to comment."
"In the ten years since Prince Ding's palace was in decline, Zhu Chun visited the palace a total of one hundred and twenty-seven times."
"On average, I come to the palace almost twelve times a year."
"When the princess celebrated her birthday, this man once gave her a turtle as a congratulatory gift, sarcastically and secretly scolding her."
"In front of everyone in the palace, he also called the princess a broom star."
"Are these grudges and grudges enough for me to avenge my personal revenge?"
Zhao Huan inherited the memories of his predecessor, and the humiliation and helplessness he suffered over the past ten years are all before his eyes.
As long as the thoughts move slightly, each piece of information will appear, and the door will naturally be clear.
As Zhao Huan finished speaking, the entire Zhu family fell into dead silence, and the atmosphere became extremely strange.
this……
What the fuck is going on?!
What was Zhao Huan's head made of? His memory was so terrifying. Even Zhu Chun remembered so clearly how many times he had visited him, what he had done, and what he had said.
Even if it’s a “photographic memory, a memory like a god”, that’s just it, right?!
Even Zhu Chun himself had forgotten these things. His arrogant expression completely froze and he looked at Zhao Huan in surprise.
Zhu Lian even covered his mouth in surprise, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Zhu Lian thought he remembered the ten years of humiliation better than anyone else, and during this period, Zhao Huan was nothing more than an idle waste.
Zhu Lian never even expected Zhao Huan to stand up for her.
But now, Zhu Lian realized that Zhao Huan had never really lowered his head. He was just trying his best to keep track of the grievances and grudges, so that one day the old and new accounts could be settled together.
At this moment, Zhu Lian finally understood why Zhao Huan obeyed her words and regarded her as his heartthrob.
Ten years of sadness, Zhao Huan sees it all!
An unprecedented feeling of emotion suddenly filled Zhu Lian's heart.
She actually felt her eyes were a little moist.
"It turns out... Your Majesty knows everything and remembers everything..."
"If all the grievances and hardships I have suffered over the years have blocked the wind and rain for the prince, so that the prince can hide his strength and bide his time, then it will be so worth it!"
Ten years of grudges and melancholy disappeared in an instant, and Zhu Lian was completely relieved.
Han Mulu on the side was also surprised. This statement was well-founded and it really didn't look like he was just making it up out of thin air.
But……
Zhao Huan remembers everything that happened for ten years so clearly, which is too... abnormal!
But Han Mulu calmed down immediately. Even if these black materials were true, what would it matter?
Times have changed, and there is no physical evidence. It is tantamount to wishful thinking to want Dali Temple to convict Zhu Chun based on Zhao Huan's words.
"Haha, Your Majesty has a good memory."
"It's a pity that Chen Sesame and rotten millet should not be used as an excuse anymore."
"If the prince intends to use these reasons to retaliate unscrupulously, that would be true innocence."
Zhao Huan had long expected that Han Mulu would say this, and his eyes couldn't help but reveal a hint of amusement.
As long as he wants to teach Zhu Chun a lesson, there aren't many reasons?
"It doesn't matter if no one remembers it, it doesn't matter if no one testifies."
"As long as I remember it!"
"Changfu, the one who slapped him in the past, in the past ten years, every time he came to the palace, I slapped him, no less."
Seeing that Zhao Huan wanted to play rough again, Han Mulu immediately scolded him sharply.
"Prince Ding, don't be too arrogant!"
"If you dare to indulge the evil dogs and hurt Zhu Chun even a hair, I will go to Dali Temple to sue you now!"
"At that time, Zongzheng Temple, Dali Temple, the Ministry of Rites, and the three halls will examine it. I want to see if you can withstand it!"
Zhao Huan blinked, and the smile on his face grew instead of diminishing: "Master Han, are you threatening me?"
Han Mulu snorted softly: "I'm just talking about the matter, why does the prince need to make a fuss?"
Zhao Huan's tone suddenly sharpened: "What a man to discuss the matter!"
"Then I'll clear things up with you!"
"Within three days, you suddenly had 10,000 taels of silver in your home. How do you explain it?"
"Don't think that I don't know that as soon as Tong Guan died, his family's fortune was immediately divided among the Cai faction members."
"Not to mention you, even your nephews and nephews are involved."
"I can't check others, but I'd better check you for sure!"
Han Mulu, who was upright just a moment ago, suddenly panicked and his expression changed drastically.
He didn't expect that Zhao Huan knew all about this kind of secret. Could it be that...most of the officials from the Ministry of Household Affairs had become Zhao Huan's supporters?!
You don't need to think about it to know that it must be the group of children from the Ministry of Household Affairs who secretly snitched.
Han Mulu was itching with hatred, but there was nothing he could do. After all, it was up to the owner to beat a dog. If those children from the Household Department really took refuge in Zhao Huan, Han Mulu really couldn't touch them.
What's more, Zhao Huan, with his sesame official status of "Supervisory Censor of the Ministry of Household Affairs", was like spitting in Han Mulu's face, not to mention the excessive response.
Zhao Huan was not polite and blurted out: "Get out of here, or I will deal with you first!"
The bastard behind Han Mulu was still a little unconvinced and reminded him in a low voice.
"Your Excellency, there is no need to be afraid of this guy."
"So what if he is the supervisory censor of the Ministry of Household Affairs? He can only report to His Majesty and has no law enforcement power at all."
Upon hearing this, Han Mulu's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he wanted to swallow up that talkative bitch.
The guy failed to flatter him, but instead slapped the horse's hoof. He quickly lowered his head and did not dare to speak any more.
Han Mulu secretly scolded the fool. Today is different from the past. It is not enough for a single household supervisor to supervise the censor. However, he can't stand it. Zhao Huan is now the second-grade Tiger Wing Army Jiedushi, and he knows the affairs of Yizhou.
The participation of the second-rank officials, regardless of success or failure, is enough for Your Majesty to remember Han Mulu.
The most damning thing is that Tong Guan’s inheritance involves a lot of military expenses...
The Ministry of Rites and Dali Temple did not investigate to give face to Cai's party members, but if Zhao Huan exposed this matter, Han Mulu would definitely not be able to live with it.
In Prince Ding's Mansion, Han Mulu had already suffered a lot.
Now in the Zhu family, he was so suppressed by Zhao Huan that he could not lift his head. He felt so aggrieved that he wanted to die, but there was nothing he could do.
It didn't matter that Han Mulu was weak, Zhu Chun broke out in cold sweat instantly.
The saying that a dog relies on human power is absolutely true!
Without the support of Cai's party members and lending Zhu Chun a hundred courage, he would not dare to confront Zhao Huan.
But at this moment, Zhu Chun already felt a pair of cold and stern eyes coming towards him.