Tang Dynasty: Taking the Empress Dowager to a brothel, Father Emperor, what a coincidence!

The Grand Tutor's Residence.

The old steward, carrying a lantern, hurriedly knocked on Li Gang's door.

Li Gang, wearing only a thin coat, sat in front of the flickering lamplight and opened the envelope.

When Li Gang saw the first few lines of text by Wei Zheng, his hands began to tremble.

Anshi was captured, the entire city was massacred, and the crown prince built a Jingguan (a mound of corpses).

If any civil official of the Tang Dynasty saw these words, he would probably curse them out.

But Li Gang didn't; he flipped directly to the back.

When Li Gang saw the rubbing that Wei Zheng had sent him, his eyes immediately turned red.

He was a veteran of three dynasties. During the war against Liaodong in the eighth year of the Daye era, although he did not go to the front line, he watched from the rear as countless sons of Guanzhong went to war, and in the end, not even their ashes returned.

Snapped!

Li Gang grabbed his beloved purple clay teapot and smashed it on the ground.

"This is outrageous! Do these Goguryeo barbarians think that China has no one to rely on?"

Li Gang clutched the rubbing with tears streaming down his face.

"Sir, what's wrong?"

The old butler was so frightened that he immediately knelt on the ground.

"Go and wake up all those little brats in the backyard. Call all the disciples who are still breathing to the main hall."

Anyone who dares to be absent today will be expelled from my sect.

After a stick of incense had burned, the main hall of the Grand Tutor's mansion was packed with people.

Li Gang's dozens of favorite students all stood there disheveled.

After Li Gang came in, he threw the rubbing on the ground.

"Pass it around and see."

The students picked up the rubbings with curiosity and began to examine them. When they saw the words on them, the main hall erupted in chaos.

"How dare these barbarians humiliate our Central Plains like this?"

"Hundreds of thousands of our compatriots were massacred and their bones piled up like mountains? These beasts."

Once a scholar's passion is ignited, it can sometimes be even more fervent than that of a military general.

Li Gang looked at the hall full of his students and pointed in the direction of Liaodong, saying:

"His Highness the Crown Prince avenged us, the people of the Central Plains, in Liaodong. He massacred the city of Anshi and built a mound of skulls with the heads of the Goguryeo people."

Your Highness bore the eternal infamy of killing surrendered soldiers and massacring entire cities, all to let those barbarians know that the people of our Great Tang are not pigs or dogs.

Li Gang sneered and turned to look in the direction of the imperial city.

"But there are some old foxes in Chang'an who, for their own shady political and party interests, will definitely make a big deal out of this matter at the morning court session. They will definitely submit a memorial to depose the crown prince."

"Teacher, what should we do?"

An older student asked, his eyes red.

"What should we do?"

Li Gang ripped off his coat.

"This morning at court, I will lead you all to kneel outside the Taiji Hall. If they dare to mention the deposed crown prince, I will smash my head against the dragon pillar of the Taiji Hall and splatter my blood all over their faces."

At the same time.

A loud bang came from the Grand Tutor's mansion.

Kong Yingda smashed everything on the desk in front of him.

"Traitors! A bunch of traitors who have misled the country and its people."

He pointed outside and started cursing.

"These ungrateful bastards! The soldiers at the front are fighting desperately, and His Highness the Crown Prince is avenging China, yet they dare to stab us in the back?"

Kong Yingda started rambling in the study.

Although he was a scholar, he was also aware of the power struggles in the imperial court.

For the sake of so-called aristocratic interests, they care nothing for the innocent souls of their compatriots, nor for the greater good of the nation.

"Someone, grind the ink."

Kong Yingda simply spread out a sheet of Xuan paper.

Instead of writing a memorial, he drafted a proclamation against the traitors.

The article makes no mention of benevolence or morality; it is entirely filled with accusations against Changsun Wuji and powerful clans for betraying their country for personal gain.

After finishing writing, Kong Yingda threw down the brush and turned to walk to the corner of the bookshelf.

There was a sandalwood ruler there.

This ruler was given to him by Li Shimin when he first became Grand Tutor.

The original intention was to have him teach Li Chengqian a lesson.

However, Kong Yingda never used Li Chengqian even once.

I never thought this ruler would come in handy.

"I will definitely give them a good talking-to during the court session."

The sky was just beginning to lighten.

Officials had already begun to gather in the square outside the Taiji Hall.

Changsun Wuji and Wang Gui stood at the very front of the civil officials' procession.

"Duke of Qi, the Censorate has prepared all thirty-odd memorials."

Wang Gui said in a low voice.

"With these three accusations of massacring a city, killing those who surrender, and being tyrannical and cruel, the Crown Prince will be severely punished, if not killed, today."

Changsun Wuji stroked his chin and nodded smugly, saying:

"What does His Majesty care about most? It's the reputation of being a benevolent and righteous ruler."

The Crown Prince committed such an outrageous and reprehensible act in Liaodong, which directly trampled on His Majesty's dignity.

"If we create a great deal of momentum today and force His Majesty to make a decision, then the removal of the heir apparent will be a foregone conclusion."

Wang Gui repeatedly agreed.

Just then, a commotion arose at the back of the line.

Changsun Wuji turned his head and saw Li Gang and Kong Yingda walking over side by side.

These two were unusual; instead of wearing their usual clothes, they changed into formal court attire.

It should be noted that these two have not attended the morning court session for a long time.

What's wrong with me today?

Changsun Wuji's heart skipped a beat.

However, he quickly came to terms with it.

If those two stubborn old men knew about the Crown Prince's massacre in Liaodong, they would probably curse him even more harshly than I have.

As Li Gang passed by Changsun Wuji, he glanced at him.

But his gaze didn't seem to be directed at the current Duke; it was as if he were looking at a pile of dog excrement.

Kong Yingda and Li Gang exchanged a glance, and without saying a word, they tacitly joined the queue.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

With three cracks of the whip, officials filed into the palace.

Li Shimin slowly sat down on the dragon throne.

He was in a good mood today because Li Chengqian had repeatedly betrayed Changsun Wuji and the aristocratic families, and now his national treasury was no longer as empty as before, where even rats would cry when they entered.

At least I can eat my fill.

"My beloved ministers, if you have something to report, do so now; if not, leave the court."

Wang De shouted in a shrill voice.

The voice just fell.

Wang Gui couldn't wait to jump out of the queue.

"Your Majesty! The Tang Dynasty is in grave danger! The nation and its people are in peril!"

Wang Gui's cries startled Li Shimin.

"My dear Wang, what has happened? Why are you so distraught?"

Li Shimin frowned and asked.

Wang Gui raised his head, pointed in the direction of Liaodong, and loudly denounced:

"I want to impeach Crown Prince Li Chengqian. He is cruel, inhumane, and insane."

In Anshi City, Liaodong, he actually ordered a massacre. Hundreds of thousands of unarmed elderly, weak, women, and children were wiped out by him.

He even... he even built a mound of skulls using the brains of the dead.

Everyone was stunned when they heard the news.

Wang Gui continued:

"Your Majesty is a benevolent ruler throughout the ages, and our Great Tang is a land of propriety. The Crown Prince's behavior is simply the act of a tyrant like King Jie and King Zhou."

This has caused our Great Tang to lose face before all the vassal states, and has burdened His Majesty with the infamy of having a son who commits heinous acts.