Emperor Jin

Chapter 145
The woman screamed heart-piercingly outside the palace gate, looking like she was insane. The emperor frowned as he listened in the palace, and ordered someone to bring her up.

The person who came was wearing a green dress and black skirt, he looked very familiar, the emperor immediately remembered that she was Concubine Yun Xian's personal maid, she had been delivering soup to herself for many years, but she never thought that she would have the guts to steal the imperial decree.That day when she confessed to the main criminal, she was demoted to the Clothes Bureau to work as rough labor. How could she have the guts to come to the imperial court to yell now.

Seeing the emperor, the maid trembled as if she was sifting chaff, and then fell headfirst at his feet, crying, "Long live, be merciful, please save the whole family of slaves and maids!"

"What do you mean by that?"

The maid ignored the guards' tugging, threw herself on the ground and cried: "The day before yesterday was a visit from relatives, but no one came to my house. After inquiring, I found out that there was a fire in the house at night, and not a single tile was left. Pity my whole family." , but not even a half of the body was seen, and a half of the body was never found..."

Her whole body was in convulsions, her fingers were tightly gripping the gaps between the floor tiles, her head kept knocking on the ground, and she was about to pass out almost at any time.

She raised her head and said in a hoarse voice: "I ruined the matter of the concubine Xian, just cut me into pieces, what has it to do with my whole family? Poor my poor mother, she didn't even enjoy a single day of happiness." arrive……"

Her forehead was stained with blood, and she looked miserable. The emperor was also slightly moved by it. His face sank, and he sent someone to call Jing Zhaoyin.

Jing Zhaoyin didn't dare to be negligent, so he hurried over, the weather in early summer was covered with oil and sweat, he kowtowed like pounding garlic when he heard the emperor's cold voice, but when he stood up, he had a strange expression and hesitated a bit.

What kind of person is the emperor? Seeing his appearance, he immediately dismissed his followers and asked forcefully, "You seem to have something inside to report to me?"

Seeing the situation, Jing Zhaoyin had no choice but to say directly: "In fact, the whole family did not die in the flames..."

He met the emperor's gaze, and continued with determination: "It just so happened that a few hooligans found a deserted house on the outskirts of the city. In the past few days, there were people haunting it. They thought it was a Jiangyang thief, so they reported it to the arrest department. The department sent someone to investigate, but unexpectedly lost four of their best hands, and only then did they find out that the family of more than ten people was imprisoned inside."

The emperor stared, "Has the murderer been caught?"

Jing Zhaoyin looked distressed, "The murderer was as fierce as a mad tiger. He was brave enough to die, and he didn't leave anyone alive... The family is safe and sound."

"That's all, what marks and objects are there on the murderer?"

The emperor also asked casually. After all, those who do these things are shady dead men who would not easily leave clues. Who knows that Jing Zhaoyin's complexion is even more exciting, turning blue and white, and the sweat on his head is even more obvious.

"You tell the truth."

"Yes...these criminals are not wearing fabrics that are common in the capital, but..."

Jing Zhaoyin stole a glance at the emperor's long face, and mumbled, "It's a unique weaving art in Jiangzhou."

Jiangzhou!

Yun family!

The emperor's pupils instantly contracted to a point, and the shining light was almost magical. Jing Zhaoyin said tremblingly: "They still have Jiangzhou's bank notes on them, as if they have just arrived in the capital."

Hearing these words, the emperor was silent, but his heart felt as if it was overwhelmed: The Yun family is so arrogant, dare to take revenge in the capital?

He shook his head imperceptibly - Yun Shi's temperament was calm and introverted, and if he was not [-]% sure, he would not act rashly at all... Moreover, it is really strange that these people are so obviously from Jiangzhou, so ostentatious, lest others will not know.

With a thought, he threw up his sleeves and said: "Go to your yamen, I want to check it myself."

Before he could finish speaking, his figure was already heading out of the hall, Bao Jin, who was serving behind him, quickly stepped forward, straightening his wing crown lightly.

The emperor returned a gentle smile and patted her hand, "I'll be back later..."

Immediately without hesitation, strode away.

Looking at his majestic figure, Bao Jin couldn't help but smile.

Under the sweltering sunlight, her lips were bright red, exuding a sense of enchantment.

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In the room where the Department of Apprehension made a temporary mortuary, Jing Zhaoyin brought several arresters and surrounded the emperor to the front.

Regardless of the somewhat unpleasant smell of blood, the emperor stretched out his hand to lift the shroud, and inspected it carefully.

Although these killers who were kidnapped and imprisoned died, many of them still gritted their teeth and stared with ferocious faces. The emperor looked at the objects on them, but it was the same as what Jing Zhaoyin said, they were from Jiangzhou.

"Long live, the smell of corpses is suffocating here, please move..."

Jing Zhaoyin closed his mouth in time after the emperor gave him a cold glance.

The emperor looked carefully, not even letting go of the thick calluses on the corpse. His eyes gradually moved down, and he found that these people were all wearing a pair of big shoes, which were slightly incongruous compared with their figures.

He ordered someone to take off his shoes and socks, and leaned over to examine it carefully. After a long while, he sighed, with a layer of complex anger appearing on his face.

"You don't need to check..."

As if he was extremely tired, he sighed again, and murmured in an inaudible voice: "The family is unfortunate..."

"Long live……?"

Jing Zhaoyin was confused, and looked at the Ninth Five-Year Supreme with some horror. The emperor stood up, suppressed the gloom between his brows, and said slowly: "This is not from Jiangzhou, but from Yunzhou."

Yunzhou...?
Everyone at the scene looked at each other, and the experienced head catcher followed the emperor's gaze, and suddenly became enlightened——

"I see!"

He pointed to the bare feet of the dead body to show to his companions, and explained: "These people's feet are a bit big, which means that they were barefoot and didn't wear shoes when they were young. If you look carefully at the soles of their feet, after removing the thick calluses, there is still a layer of blackness—— Only by walking on the ground full of cinders for a long time, can there be such a black that penetrates into the flesh."

He raised his head and continued: "So, this person must be from Yunzhou, which is rich in coal."

People clicked their tongues to praise, and the words of praise complimented the emperor like waves.

The emperor's complexion became more and more gloomy, his eyes were dark and deep, and he clenched his hands tightly, as if he couldn't control his anger in the next moment, and wanted to smash something into pieces.

He got up and went back to the palace calmly. Jing Zhaoyin carefully sent him outside the middle gate. After concentrating on thinking, he couldn't help trembling and said: "Yunzhou...isn't that the empress's hometown?"

(End of this chapter)