Based on Zhao Huan's understanding of His Majesty, even if he faced pressure from the righteous people in the world, he would never use his troops to fight the Jin Kingdom to the death.
With the 920,000 yuan raised, he will definitely try his best to please the Emperor Wanyan Sheng of the Jin Kingdom.
At this juncture, it is natural to seek "stability" in everything, and any surge in public opinion will affect his "grand plans and great undertakings."
The Gao family, on the other hand, watched as the commotion became louder and louder. For Zhao Ji, this was like getting sand in his eyes.
Even if Zhao Ji really wanted to attack the palace, he would have to wait until noon tomorrow.
This is definitely not the moment when something is going wrong.
Zhu Lian had no words, but looked deeply at Zhao Huan.
After experiencing the Changchun Tower Rebellion, Zhu Lian already had a new understanding of Zhao Huan's abilities.
If Zhao Huan can't turn the tide if Cao is sentenced to death tomorrow, then no matter how much Zhu Lian does, it will be meaningless.
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In the early morning of the next day, as soon as it dawned, the outside of Kaifeng Mansion was crowded with people.
There is only one hour left before the execution of Cao Cao, and the people of Bianjing are looking forward to witnessing with their own eyes the scene of the traitor's death.
The crowd was excited, and voices of discussion arose one after another.
"It seems that the fundraising meeting has paid off!"
"The public execution of the rebels will boost people's hearts and will undoubtedly pave the way for the subsequent war against Kim."
"Golden thieves and dog thieves have invaded our Yanyun and Jiuzhou states with the intention of encroaching on the Central Plains. When our Song Dynasty gathers strong troops to attack them head-on, we must let the golden thieves remember them for the rest of their lives!"
"What are you waiting for? Suppress the rebels quickly and kill them directly!"
Today's prison sentence is of great significance, and almost all the eyes of Bianjing are focused here.
Although there was still an hour before the execution, tensions were already rising in Kaifeng Mansion.
Zhao Kun and Wang Qi have been tied up by Wu Hua Da and escorted to the lobby.
Ever since Zhao Huan forced his way into Kaifeng Prison, the jailer had not tortured the two of them. Zhao Kun's condition had improved, but Wang Qi's injuries had worsened.
Due to the suppuration of the wound, a foul stench reverberated throughout the lobby.
Gao Qiu did not hide the disgust in his eyes, and said coldly: "What are you still doing? Take this dirty thing down and clean it up!"
"Although he is a death row prisoner, he is being sentenced in public after all. It smells so bad and is unsightly to the eyes. Doesn't it undermine his dignity?"
This execution was jointly supervised by the Kaifeng Mansion and the Dianqian Division.
Although Kaifeng Mansion was already controlled by Zhao Shiyan, following Gao Qiu's order, the guards in front of the palace still stepped forward and attempted to escort Wang Qi away.
Zhao Shiyan knew very well that these two people were the focus of contention between King Ding and Gao Qiu.
Once they fall into the hands of Gao Qiu, they will be tortured to the point of death. Even if they are pushed to the execution ground and faced with the people in the city, they will not be able to utter a single word.
"This case is being investigated by the Kaifeng Mansion. The responsibility of the front desk officer is to supervise the trial and has no authority to directly deal with the prisoner!"
Zhao Shiyan winked, and the newly recruited officers of the third class immediately stepped forward, raised their swords, and pushed back the guards in front of the palace.
The guards in front of the palace are part of the imperial army. They are neatly clad in armor and look powerful. They are by no means good.
But Kaifeng Prefecture officials are not just vegetarians. Strong martial arts skills are the basic quality, and they also need the courage to hunt down evildoers and eliminate evil. Therefore, facing the guards in front of the palace, they are not weak at all.
Seeing the stalemate between the two sides, Gao Qiu glanced directly at Zhao Huan.
"The Kaifeng Mansion and the Dianqian Division are fully responsible for this major case. The rest of the gang should leave immediately!"
Zhao Huan had no real power and could indeed be called an "idle person".
But he did not panic at all, and said with a smile: "I was invited by the governor of Kaifeng to come to supervise the trial."
"On the other hand, Master Gao, despite frequent changes in his family, still personally supervises the execution of City Cao. He can be called a selfless person."
Faced with Zhao Huan's sarcasm, Gao Qiu turned pale.
The eldest son was not over seven years old, and the second son was already paralyzed in bed. This bloody feud made Gao Qiu unable to think day and night. He only had one thought, which was to cut Zhao Huan into thousands of pieces.
But... Tong Guan sent someone urgently last night to send a message, so that Gao Qiu could no longer act rashly and put all his bets on the matter of punishing Cao Cao.
Your Majesty is extremely disappointed with the Gao family. If this matter goes wrong again, you will definitely lose your favor.
"If it's an ordinary case, it won't hurt if the prince supervises the trial."
"But this case is of great importance. If anything goes wrong, it will cause endless harm. For the sake of safety, except for the people from Kaifeng Mansion and the Palace Department, everyone else should retreat!"
Zhao Huan hugged his shoulders and shrugged disapprovingly: "This case threatens the country of the Song Dynasty. Both the king and the governor of Kaifeng are surnamed Zhao."
"Are we two Zhao family members not as important as you, the one with the last name Gao?"
This sentence almost choked Gao Qiu to death.
Obviously, Zhao Huan and Zhao Shiyan are already wearing a pair of pants.
Although the prefect of the palace has the power to supervise the trial, the power to preside over the trial still lies with Kaifeng Mansion. As long as Zhao Shiyan doesn't let go, Gao Qiu can't even try to drive Zhao Huan away.
Seeing that the execution time is getting closer and closer.
Gao Qiu was so anxious that he did not hesitate to make a desperate move: "For the sake of safety, there should be a final interrogation before execution."
"The traitors in this hall, are there any remnants of the traitor in the capital?"
Facing Gao Qiu's shouting and questioning, Zhao Kun's eyes widened and he wished he could cut this traitor into pieces.
Zhao Kun spat directly and shouted: "Your Majesty, how can it be your turn to interrogate me?"
"Old thief Gao Qiu, even if I, the righteous soldier in the northern frontier, only have one soldier left, I will fight you to the end!"
Instead of being angry, Gao Qiu looked happy.
He stood up suddenly, pointed at Zhao Kun, and said excitedly: "Roaring in the court, humiliating the judge in public, slap him!"
Just as the guard in front of the palace was about to step forward, Zhao Huan suddenly laughed.
"Zhao Kun just stated the facts, how could he humiliate the judge?"
What?!
Gao Qiu couldn't believe his ears. He stared at Zhao Huan and said, "What did you say?!"
"State the facts?!"
Zhao Huan shrugged: "Master Zhao is the chief judge, you are just a supervisor!"
"The king and Mr. Zhao are sitting here, how can you make any decisions?"
"Zhao Kun calls you an arrogant old thief. It is certainly reasonable."
Gao Qiu's face turned red with anger, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I am a first-class minister, how dare you insult me in public?"
Zhao Huan raised his eyebrows and sneered: "What's wrong with insulting you?"
"Old thief, if you are not convinced, just go to the palace and impeach me!"
Seeing that Gao Qiu's face was gloomy and he was breathing rapidly, as if his heart was burning with anxiety, Zhao Shiyan secretly chuckled in his heart.
As the saying goes, when a scholar encounters a soldier, he cannot explain why.
Lieutenant Gao, whose status was second only to the Six Thieves, faced the crazy prince Zhao Huan, and he was like punching cotton, unable to exert any strength at all.