Chapter 10 Begging the Emperor to decree and leave
It was only then that everyone saw clearly that Luo Jiuli's appearance was haggard, the redness and swelling on his cheeks and corners of his mouth had not receded, the bruises on his neck were clearly visible, and even his entire eye sockets were covered with bright red bloodshot eyes.
"hiss!"
"Oh my god! How did this girl become like this?"
Even Pei Tingsong couldn't help but feel distressed when he saw Luo Jiuli looking like this.
In the past, such a beautiful little girl would always follow him and call him brother-in-law, but now.
King Zhao, you really deserve to die.
A good girl has been ruined by you into this state.
Luo Jiuli walked to the center of the hall, knelt down and kowtowed.
"My daughter, Luo Jiuli, the legitimate second daughter of the Duke of Yiguo, bows to the emperor. Long live the emperor. Long live the emperor."
She no longer calls herself Princess Zhao.
On the dragon throne, the emperor was also shocked by Luo Jiuli's current appearance.
He knew that King Zhao loved his concubine, but he didn't know how he could abuse and trample a good girl into this state.
If Duke Yiguo, who was training troops in Liyang far away, saw such a scene.
Thinking about Duke Yiguo's aura of drawing a sword at every turn, he now wished he could kill this bastard son of King Zhao.
"Luo Jiuli, do you know that beating the Dengwen drum is no small matter. You must have enough evidence before you can sue others."
"Report to your Majesty, I know this."
Luo Jiuli did not pause, bowed Yingying, biting his lips. Although he did not shed tears, he felt extremely wronged.
"Today, my daughter hit the board and heard the drum to complain about her injustice. She sued King Zhao, favored his concubines and destroyed his wife, poisoned his own children and beat his wife."
The tone was neither slow nor urgent, sad and sad, not urgent but not slow. His eyes were slightly red, and a look of helplessness slowly appeared on his face.
Xiao Mingxuan, who was sitting on the chair, did not expect that the woman who was calm and composed just a moment ago, the woman who dared to burn Prince Zhao's Mansion, and the woman who dared to use knives with the imperial army, suddenly turned into a weak dodder flower.
I was actually looking forward to her performance.
At this time, under the court, a courtier looked at Luo Jiuli.
"Princess Zhao, the concubine you are talking about is the side concubine of King Zhao, a noble concubine. On the wedding day, they were welcomed in at the same time. Princess Zhao nodded in agreement. Why at this time-"
"Master Du, this is wrong. Although the side concubine is a noble concubine, and a valuable concubine is also a concubine, is it possible that she is older than the main concubine? Or Master Du thinks that the side concubine of King Zhao is Master Du's righteous daughter, so she can turn this situation into something like this today.
Can the matter be covered up?"
Luo Jiuli looked up at the person who had just spoken, and immediately recognized him as the original owner's brother-in-law, Pei Tingsong, the minister of Dali Temple. As for Mr. Du, he was Du Linzhuo, the young minister of Taichang Temple.
Ting Lian has an identity and recognizes his adoptive father.
On the chair in front, Xiao Mingxuan rubbed the ring on his thumb and squinted at Mr. Du.
Du Linzhuo almost knelt on the ground when Xiao Mingxuan saw him.
"Brother Imperial, I haven't been to the court for two years. I didn't expect that even a young minister from Taichang Temple could question the royal princess."
Xiao Mingxuan spoke, his voice cold and ruthless, which instantly made the hearts of those who heard it extremely cold.
Du Linzhuo fell to his knees on the ground with a plop, trembling with fear.
The words of the Nine Kings are simply colder and colder than killing someone.
If the emperor is too careless, the flower feathers on his head will be ruined.
The emperor had a sullen face and glanced at Du Linzhuo angrily.
"Come here, pick Master Du's flower feathers, take off your clothes, and go guard the city gate."
"yes."
"Your Majesty, please spare your life! Nine Kings, please spare your life, Your Majesty, please spare your life."
Immediately, internal guards came in and dragged away Du Linzhuo, who was trembling and kneeling down to beg for mercy.
"Princess Zhao, continue to say, it is rare for me to be so elegant today."
Xiao Mingxuan was nestled in a chair, with an indifferent expression and an indifferent tone. His whole person was indifferent. He gave the impression that he was just a theatergoer.
It's unpredictable.
There was dead silence all around.
No courtier dared to talk nonsense anymore.
"yes."
Luo Jiuli spoke slowly, telling about King Zhao's atrocities and the fact that King Zhao's side concubine Yan Tinglian gave her the original owner Sangcaowu, causing the six-month-old fetus to have a miscarriage.
He even added more fuel and jealousy to the story of how the original owner was tortured in Prince Zhao's Mansion for seven months and was assassinated in a dilapidated villa on the outskirts of Beijing.
There was also a clear explanation of the fact that King Zhao poisoned his own son and used the child's body as medicine for the sake of his concubine.
For a moment, all the courtiers in the palace were in an uproar.
Luo Jiuli saw that she had aroused all the courtiers' sympathy for the weak, and started the second step of the plan to reconcile.
Without waiting for the emperor to ask questions, he raised his arms and showed them to everyone.
All I could see were bruises and bruises on his thin arms, plus red and swollen slap marks on his face and bruises on his neck.
The fact that King Zhao spoiled his concubines, killed his wife, poisoned his own children, and beat his first wife has become an established fact in everyone's mind.