What's wrong with me, a powerful minister, supporting a few female officials?

Chapter 273 Entering the Hall! A Battle of Immortals!
When Leng Liuxi heard that Princess Baicheng had also gone to listen in, she couldn't help but smile: "Princess Baicheng seems to care about Su Mo even more than I do!"

After speaking, he paused for a moment, then said, "Anbanban, do you think I should also go and listen in?"

An Wu was speechless.

Isn't this a bit too much of a bullying tactic?
Lu Su and Nangong Sheyue, needless to say, it's obvious to everyone that they were sent by imperial decree to support Su Mo.

Now we also need to add the three super big shots of the first and second ranks: Duke Ning, Zhong Yin, and Princess Baicheng!
With such a display of power, not to mention Zhang Yu, the Minister of Justice, even the Minister of Justice would be intimidated!
The only one who was directly competing with him was Zhang Shouning.

But even if Zhang Shouning is arrogant and domineering, he can't be arrogant in the Ning Kingdom, Zhongyin, or Baicheng County!

Which of these people is less important than the emperor's brother-in-law?
If the Empress were to attend the hearing again, even if Zhang Yu had the audacity to do so, he wouldn't dare to convict Su Mo!

An Wu, of course, dared not stop the Empress from going to listen in, and could only say, "If Your Majesty wishes to listen in, Lord Zhang will certainly not dare to disobey."

Leng Liuxi thought about it seriously and said, "Zhang Yu is a smooth talker. I really need to go and keep an eye on Fang Cheng to prevent the Wang family and others from using tricks and wronging Su Mo."

"Hmm... It's rare for Su Mo to work so diligently for me; I cannot let my loyal subject feel disheartened."

Anwu...

Is it because they're afraid Su Mo will be wronged?

With so many powerful figures watching, would Zhang Yu dare to let Su Mo suffer any injustice?

Are you just here to watch the excitement?
"Go and inform Zhang Yu to make the necessary arrangements. I will be listening to the trial from behind the hall!"

No sooner had she finished speaking than the Empress abruptly changed the subject, asking abruptly, "How is the investigation into Prince Qi going?"

An Wu felt a chill run down his spine.

Although the Empress heavily relied on Princess Baicheng, the influence of Prince Qi within the imperial clan, coupled with the troops under Princess Baicheng's command, clearly made the Empress wary.

In particular, the Empress somehow learned that the calming incense could poison the heart and lungs.

An Wu hesitated for a moment before whispering, "According to the message sent back by Commander Lin Moyin, there is no unusual activity at the Qi Prince's residence."

He paused, then couldn't help but say, "This old servant has asked many of my old friends, and none of them knew that the Tranquilizing Incense could cause such harm."

The Empress nodded slightly: "In that case, Prince Qi must have been unaware of the potential dangers of long-term use of calming incense, which is why he presented it to us."

"Perhaps I am indeed overthinking things."

He paused, then said calmly, "Consort An, you may leave. I need to retire for the night."

……

Lonely Peak Mountain, Craftsmen's Camp.

Ding Yu looked at Ding Bashi and Zhou Dashu expressionlessly: "How many weekly reports have been printed?"

Ding Bashi hurriedly replied, "Reporting to Mr. Ding, more than 3,100 copies have been printed!"

Zhou Dashu added, "We should be able to print 5,000 copies before 3 AM!"

He paused, then added, "Upon hearing that Lord Su and Lord Yin had been framed by villains, they were filled with righteous indignation... Their bellies were filled with righteous indignation, and they all worked like crazy, refusing to sleep even when asked to!"

This wasn't Zhou Dashu boasting to Ding Yu.

The artisan soldiers aren't stupid.

I used to work my butt off, but I went hungry for two meals every three days, and I couldn't even find a single pair of decent pants in the house.

Often, children and even women didn't wear trousers at home; only craftsmen who went out to work could wear trousers when they went out.

Since Su Mo and Yin Rou took over the artisan battalion.

Every household's rice bins were full of rice, and they had also bought a lot of new clothes.

People like Zhou Dashu and Ding Bashi had put on brand-new robes much earlier, and some even had dozens of taels of silver in savings!

Even if you asked them to risk their lives for Su Mo and Yin Rou, they might not go.

But they would never object to asking them to do work for Su Mo.

Ding Yu nodded, feigning composure, and said, "Five thousand portions should be enough."

He was actually quite taken aback by the work efficiency of the Gufeng Mountain artisan battalion.

This is five thousand weekly reports!

In an ordinary bookstore, printing such a large quantity of newspapers and periodicals, from engraving to printing, would take at least half a month.

The artisans in the artisan battalion were able to print it in just half a day, which was truly terrifying!
After sighing, Ding Yu said, "As soon as it's the hour of Yin (3-5 AM), immediately send the weekly report over and hand it over to the people in the fiefdom!"

Ding Bashi and Zhou Dashu nodded hurriedly: "Mr. Ding, rest assured, we will definitely not delay Lord Su's important matter!"

After pausing, Ding Bashi scratched his forehead and couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Ding, what exactly is going on?"

"How could such good officials as Lord Su and Lord Yin be imprisoned?"

"Even if Lord Su and Lord Yin really did... well, that's still better than that lazy, corrupt official!"

Zhou Dashu asked with a worried expression, "Mr. Ding, can these weekly reports really help Lord Su and Lord Yin?"

Ding Yu nodded and smiled, "This was personally ordered by the Master, and it will surely ensure his safety!"

"During this period, both of you must keep a close watch on the artisan battalion and prevent any chaos from breaking out!"

Ding Bashi breathed a sigh of relief: "Lord Su is all-powerful. Since it was ordered by you, there must be no problem."

He then patted his chest and assured them, "Don't worry, sir. Anyone who dares to cause trouble in the artisan camp will not only be spared by us, but by the other artisan camps as well!"

Zhou Dashu said even more viciously, "Just beat them to death with sticks and bury them in a mass grave!"

They are now all junior officers of the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

Their lives, fortunes, and futures all depend on Su Mo.

If anyone dares to cause trouble at this critical juncture, they will really beat the troublemaker to death!
……

Master Qian, from the outer city's commoner district, got up early.

Although everyone called him Master Qian, Qian Youcai was not really a master. He was just a scholar who had attended a private school for a few years and was only a student who could not even pass the county-level examination.

However, although Qian Youcai was not very learned, he was eloquent and had been quite interested in reading novels since he was a child.

Having passed the age of forty and knowing that he had no hope of passing the imperial examinations, and with his family having exhausted their money, Qian Youcai simply became a storyteller.

Storytellers earn their money through hard work, having to go to the teahouse early in the morning to tell stories.

However, with his income decreasing recently, Qian Youcai is considering switching to a different teahouse to tell stories.

After all, there are only a few things I have to say.

Storytellers earn money from tea drinkers' tips; tea shop owners wouldn't pay storytellers to perform in their shops.

If the same story is told too often, tea drinkers will get tired of it and won't be interested in giving large sums of money as tips.

Qian Youcai brought his storytelling props, such as a broken folding fan and a wooden board, and pondered which teahouse he would go to perform in the future.

As soon as I pushed open the door, I was stunned.

To his astonishment, he saw a stack of papers covered with writing on the ground in front of his house.

Master Qian's face showed anger.

He considers himself a scholar, and scholars have great reverence and cherishment for paper!
Who threw the paper on the ground?!

He quickly bent down to pick up the paper, carefully dusted it off, and then looked on in astonishment.

This paper... is a pale yellow, and its surface is very smooth and flat; it is actually high-quality paper!

A sheet of paper the size of an A4 sheet would probably cost twenty coins.

Qian Youcai unfolded the paper and found that when it was folded up, it was four times larger than a normal sheet of paper, and it contained eighty coins!
However, the paper was already covered with writing, and Qian Youcai secretly lamented the loss.

Looking closely under the moonlight, Qian Youcai was once again taken aback.

The paper was written in tiny characters, yet each character was clearly written despite its small size!
"Not printed?" Qian Youcai couldn't help but wonder.

The font is neat and orderly, and it looks like it was printed using woodblock printing.

However, Qian Youcai knew very well that due to ink issues, the fonts used in woodblock printing were usually quite large, much larger than the characters on the paper. Such tiny characters could not possibly be printed using woodblock printing.

Small characters can only be copied with a small pen.

But these characters lack spirit and are extremely rigid, unlike those written with a small brush.

Qian Youcai, suspicious, couldn't help but rub his eyes and stop to observe under the moonlight.

"Story Weekly? What's a weekly? Is it like the imperial court's gazette?"

He couldn't help but look down.

Below was a black frame with the words: [Serialized Storytelling of Romance of the Three Kingdoms]. Qian Youcai was a storyteller, so he was naturally very sensitive to storytelling. He had heard of most common storytelling works, but he had never heard of Romance of the Three Kingdoms before.

He quickly continued reading!

The next line of text made Qian Youcai gasp in shock!
To the tune of "Linjiangxian": The mighty Yangtze flows eastward, its waves washing away the heroes of the past. Right and wrong, success and failure, all vanish in the blink of an eye. The green hills remain, witnessing countless sunsets...

Even though Qian Youcai didn't have much knowledge of poetry and literature, he could still feel a powerful and heroic spirit emanating from him!

Absolutely a masterpiece for all time!
After reading "Linjiang Xian," how could Qian Youcai possibly resist continuing to watch!

Then, I was stunned again!
"It is said that the world, after a long period of unity, tends to divide, and after a long period of division, tends to unite. At the end of the Zhou Dynasty, the seven states fought for supremacy, eventually being unified by Qin. After the fall of Qin, Chu and Han fought for supremacy, and were then unified by Han. The Han Dynasty began with Emperor Gaozu's uprising after slaying the white snake..."

With just a few simple sentences, a historical dynasty that he had never heard of before was vividly presented to Qian Youcai.

Qian Youcai was frozen in place, unable to move!
After quickly reading half of the story, Qian Youcai was still wanting more—but there was nothing more...

"Damn it! What about the next one?" Qian Youcai cursed involuntarily.

But below it was a column called "Gossip in the Streets".

"Hmm? The Wang family of Taizhou?"

He had never even heard of Wang Yao from the Wang family of Taizhou.

However, Taizhou is very famous, and almost every scholar knows about this place because the Wang family, one of the five prominent families, originated from Taizhou.

"The Wang family of Taizhou...you're not referring to the Wang family, are you? I think the head of the Wang family is named Wang Yao?"

Qian Youcai couldn't help but continue reading, and then he broke out in a cold sweat.

This weekly newsletter has some nerve, claiming that Wang Yao, the patriarch of the prestigious Wang family, has homosexual tendencies...

One of them was Wang Yao's favorite. He came from a respectable family and was a member of the He family in the capital. His given name was Heng.
Wang Yao spared no expense, used his connections, and hired famous teachers to help him pass the imperial examination and become a Hanlin official.

Qian Youcai had never heard of the He family of Beijing either.

But he did know the He family in the capital.

After all, in the past few days, He Heng, a Hanlin scholar, had his wife taken away by a Jinyiwei commander through abusive power, and the scandal of their adultery had already spread throughout the capital.

Qian Youcai, being a storyteller, was very well-informed.

Wang Yao and He Heng are clearly referring to Wang Yao, the head of the Wang family, and He Heng, the Hanlin scholar!
Qian Youcai swallowed hard, instinctively wanting to throw the story magazine away, but after hesitating for a moment, he couldn't bear to part with it.

After all, if you were to tell the story of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms in a teahouse, even just half of it would surely leave the tea drinkers speechless and bring in a lot of tips!

In addition, besides the story serialization and gossip columns, there is still a lot of content in the weekly magazine that I haven't read yet!
Even if you're going to throw it away, you should read it first!
ah? ! !
There's actually a new work by Mr. Zhiru, who wrote the masterpiece "If life were only as beautiful as our first meeting"?

Limestone chant?
Qian Youcai's eyes widened instantly, becoming bigger than copper bells!

Then, I found myself chanting it involuntarily.

"Carved and hammered from the deep mountains, it faces the raging fire with indifference. It fears not being shattered to pieces, but only wishes to leave its purity in the world!"

The storyteller slapped his thigh excitedly: "What a wonderful poem! What a wonderful poem!"

Then he exclaimed in amazement: "Truly worthy of being called Mr. Zhiru's masterpiece! Such fine poetry could not possibly be written by an ordinary scholar!"

After his initial surprise, Qian Youcai looked at the sky and realized it had turned completely white. He was immediately startled.

The teahouse had already opened by then.

He quickly gripped the story weekly and hurried toward the teahouse!

……

Su Mo slept very well.

Despite the abundance of mosquitoes in the cell, whether it was due to the lime sprinkled on the ground or because I had just advanced to the Divine Realm and was protected by my own magical power, the mosquitoes could not land on me.

Anyway, I wasn't bitten by any mosquitoes all night.

When Su Mo woke up, she found that Liu Siyun and Yin Rou had also gotten up early, both with worried expressions on their pretty faces.

The old man, Ye Wenshan, standing next to him, was also engrossed in writing at his desk.

It was still that high-end calligraphy, with its flowing strokes and elegant lines, but Su Mo still couldn't understand it.

Just as he was about to greet Ye Wenshan, he suddenly saw Yang San'an, the head constable of the Dali Temple, leading several yamen runners into the prison.

"By order of the Minister of Justice, the suspects Su Mo, Yin Rou, and Liu Siyun are to be interrogated!"

After saying that, Yang San'an cupped his hands in a respectful gesture to Su Mo: "Lord Su, I apologize for my rudeness!"

Su Mo's expression darkened slightly: "Taking court so early?"

"I just woke up!"

Yang San'an was speechless for a moment, and could only smile wryly and say, "Lord Su, it's already Chen Shi (7-9 AM)..."

Su Mo frowned: "Chenshi (7-9 AM)? You've gotten up rather early today."

"Why haven't you sent over a basin, towel, salt, and other toiletries? Send over three sets, and also a bronze mirror so I can tidy my appearance."

Yang San'an...

However, remembering the words the Minister of the Court had given him after roll call, he dared not neglect Su Mo.

He could only turn to his servants and instruct them to prepare some toiletries for Su Mo.

After finally getting Su Mo to slowly wash up, Yang San'an broke out in a cold sweat as he thought of the powerful figures waiting for Su Mo to take the stage in court.

Fortunately, Su Mo finally spoke.

"I will accompany you to the courtroom!"

He paused, turned to look at the worried Liu Siyun and Yin Rou, and smiled, "Don't worry."

"When we get to court, don't listen to what they say. You all stay silent and I'll handle everything."

The Dali Temple interrogated three people at once, presumably intending to resolve the matter quickly and decisively.

At this moment, Su Mo was unaware of how many powerful figures had come to support him.

They even planned to use their verbal skills to leave He Heng speechless!

Hearing Su Mo say this, Ye Wenshan, who was standing next to him, finally couldn't help but look at Su Mo suspiciously: "You have quite the big mouth, kid!"

"Do you think that by advancing to the Divine Transformation Realm, you can disregard the laws of the Great Martial World?"

Su Mo smiled and said, "Senior, you are mistaken."

"I am well aware of my own limitations. My mere existence in the Divine Realm is nothing to boast about."

"I am confident in my innocence, so why should I fear slander from others?"

Ip Man Shan chuckled: "What a naive kid!"

"Regardless of whether you are innocent or not, that scoundrel Zhang Yu is cunning and spineless by nature. He may not be the person you think he is, and he might not stand up for you!"

Su Mo didn't offer any further explanation, simply saying, "This junior believes that justice resides in the hearts of the people!"

"Carved and hammered from the deep mountains, it faces the raging fire with indifference. It fears not being shattered to pieces, but only wishes to leave its purity in the world!"

Upon hearing Su Mo's poem about limestone, Ye Wenshan was slightly taken aback, then subconsciously asked, "Which great scholar wrote this poem? I have never heard of it before?"

Su Mo pointed to himself and said, "Changping! Su Mo!"

Ye Wenshan was taken aback: "Changping Su Mo?"

"Who is this great scholar?"

Then he suddenly realized what was happening, and his face darkened sharply: "Hmph! What an arrogant brat! How dare he play tricks on this old man! He's truly despicable!"

Su Mo smiled and said, "This junior would not dare to tease a senior."

"I have said before that I have some knowledge of poetry, but you just didn't believe me."

After saying that, he ignored Ye Wenshan's bewildered expression and strode out of the prison!
Yang San'an looked at the shackles in his hands.

Then he looked at the tiger-patterned clothing Su Mo was wearing.

What's the point of putting shackles on us!

Since Su Mo is no longer bound by shackles, Liu Siyun and Yin Rou naturally don't need to either!

This is a battle of magic between gods; surely it won't harm us, mere ants underground?
Yang San'an sighed deeply, his face even more worried than Liu Siyun and Yin Rou's, and led Su Mo and the other two toward the Dali Temple court.

Those unaware of the inside story would probably think that he, the head constable of the Dali Temple, was the one being tried in court!

　It's the last day, I wonder if there are any monthly tickets left? Sigh, I know my update quality is terrible, I don't even dare to ask for more!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)