The Wife Is First / 妻为上 (You Own My All)

Chapter 102: Trimming Weeds

"Show me!" Gu Huaiqing immediately reached for the letter, but Jing Shao quickly took it away.

"I haven't even seen it yet!" Jing Shao jumped onto the stone table in two or three steps and held it above him.

There wasn't a single word of nonsense in Jing Chen's letter. He simply laid out the situation in the capital.

The matter of Jiangzhou was finally resolved. Because the eldest prince was willing to punish his own relative as justice demanded, he wasn't implicated. Nevertheless, he was ruthlessly spurned by the emperor, and he had become a lot more well-behaved in court. The fourth prince was thrown into the ancestral temple to reflect on himself. It had been several months, and it didn't seem like Emperor Hong Zheng had any intention to pick him up. And because Jing Yu wasn't in court, all of his followers were seized one by one. It was now approaching the end of the year, and another group of people had been dealt with.

"Why did Imperial Father become suspicious of Jing Yu?" Jing Shao frowned and read the letter again. He had thought that Emperor Hong Zheng was just disciplining the fourth prince, but looking at this situation, he seemed especially ruthless.

"The reason is Zhao Jiulin, the Minister of Rites." Mu Hanzhang thought for a moment, then turned to ask Gu Huaiqing, "Elder brother, is there anything special about Zhao Jiulin?

"Nothing special. He's just some grass on the wall, easily swayed." Gu Huaiqing grabbed the letter, catching Jing Shao off guard. "Once suspicion is born, it can't be stopped."

Once suspicion is born, it can't be stopped... Once it is born... it can't be stopped...

Jing Shao was stunned for a long while, before a bitter smile emerged. In his previous life, he had made just a small mistake. Once the salt route was discovered, things got completely out of control. So many crimes he didn't even know had been committed were blamed on him.

In Fengyi Palace.

"This consort made new clothes for the fourth
prince, but Jing Yu is not in the palace, so he can't try them on. I don't know if they fit." The empress took a set of men's attire to Emperor Hong Zheng and spoke sadly.

Emperor Hong Zheng glanced at her but didn't
reply.

The empress saw that he didn't show much concern and was secretly worried. She plastered a smile on her face and said, "Your Majesty, it's going to be the new year soon. This consort wonders if perhaps Jing Yu can be escorted back to at least celebrate the new year before leaving."

"Jing Shao can't spend the new year in the palace either. Why didn't you suggest he be brought back?" Emperor Hong Zheng snorted coldly.

"Cheng Wang is fighting for his country. Naturally, he can't return." The empress clenched her teeth secretly. Why did he even bring up Jing Shao? Could her son even be compared with that waste who couldn't even inherit the empire?

"I have my own discretion in this matter. I don't need you to tell me what to do." Emperor Hong Zheng heard her words, got up and left. The more he sat in Fengyi Palace, the more vapid it became. In court, it was all politics; in the inner court, it was also politics. It was truly quite annoying.

The empress watched the emperor leave Fengyi Palace. She was so angry that she twisted her silk handkerchief. Recently, the emperor had become more and more impatient when listening to her. She pointed to a servant. "You, go and find out which palace the emperor has gone to."

"Yes!" the little eunuch whispered, disappearing like a wisp of smoke. He returned quickly. "Reporting to Your Majesty, the emperor has gone to Jiao Lan Palace."