In Da Jin, there are three types of people one should never provoke. First are the young, reckless scions of noble families who care little for consequences.
These individuals treat human life as worthless grass, yet even if you die, it won't cost them their lives. Their elders will exhaust all means to cover up their misdeeds.
The second type are generals who are honest and illiterate but excel at leading troops. When you talk about city gate towers, they respond with nonsense about hip bones, infuriating people to no end while remaining oblivious to the implied meanings. Being straightforward, they offer no handles for others to grasp.
The third type are elderly individuals of noble birth and high seniority.
These are the most dangerous to offend. At their age, they receive special treatment from the court, with even the emperor hosting annual banquets specifically for them.
The great scholar Liao Yinghuan belonged to this category. In his youth, the old master had a fiery temper, having once roamed the northwest as a knight-errant who single-handedly took on bandit dens. He was truly accomplished in both literary and martial arts, an ACE of the court in his generation.
Having maintained integrity throughout his life, the old man detested those who abused power. Though he had long retired to enjoy his twilight years, and ordinary matters rarely reached his ears, he learned of this incident quickly thanks to the efforts of He Yunzhao's master, Ding Hanzhang.
Initially dismissive when hearing the report, Liao Yinghuan grew increasingly disturbed as the story unfolded. When his disciple mentioned how the Duke of Li had publicly threatened He Yunzhao, it struck the old man's rawest nerve!
Don't think great scholars never use coarse language. Even erudite teachers can curse, let alone someone like the old master who had been a knight-errant. He immediately rose to his feet, face flushed with rage.
With tearful eyes, the disciple recounted He Yunzhao's defiance: "Junior Brother He, filled with righteous indignation, composed a poem on the spot."
Carefully, he produced a thin handkerchief from his robe, on which was written in forceful charcoal strokes the poem "Ode to the Limestone."
Taking it with surprise, Liao Yinghuan's eyes widened in shock after a quick scan. His fingers trembled, causing the handkerchief to shake, and within moments tears streamed down his face.
The disciple rushed forward to weep with him, but the old man pushed him away. "Get lost!"
Spreading the handkerchief open, he examined it repeatedly. "Excellent!"
"Truly excellent!"
"That Pei Shangxuan has some nerve, bullying our fine youngster like this! Does he think us old folks are all dead?"
A stream of curses erupted from the old man as he scolded his disciple while ordering the carriage prepared—he was heading immediately to the Li Country Duke Mansion.
The Duke's steward was utterly astonished. Civil and military officials rarely interacted, especially between a venerable scholar like Liao Yinghuan and a general in his prime like Pei Shangxuan. Initially, no one recognized the visitor.
Credit to the Duke's gatekeepers—though unfamiliar with the visitor, they recognized his imposing presence and promptly notified the steward.
Approaching with puzzlement, the steward asked, "Old master, you…?"
Disregarding his disciple's attempts to stop him, Liao Yinghuan alighted from the carriage and immediately began shouting accusations at the Duke's main gate.
He had come to denounce Pei Shangxuan, not as a guest—did they expect him to enter for tea?
Upon receiving the news, Qi Jun rushed to the Duke's residence with a pained expression to support the old master. Though originally fuming privately at home, he felt compelled to come upon hearing of the great scholar's involvement.
While not formally master and disciple, Qi Jun had indeed received instruction from Liao Yinghuan in his youth.
In the eyes of a young person like He Yunzhao, they were all elderly, but in the eyes of an old scholar like Liao, who was seventy, the fifty-something Qi Jun was not of the same generation!
People always weigh the pros and cons. Though He Yunzhao was talented, in the eyes of the powerful figures in Jing City, talent meant little—how could it compare to power and influence?
Qin Hui framed loyal officials, formed cliques for personal gain, and had Yue Fei executed on a trumped-up charge. During his lifetime, was he ever short of critics? Not only did people curse him behind his back, but many scholars also wrote poems condemning him.
Yet how did he ultimately die? Was he executed after his crimes were exposed? No.
He died of illness—he lived to sixty-six and died of natural causes!
He Yunzhao naturally would not make such a mistake. Since she dared to write "Ode to the Lime" openly on the street to provoke Pei Shangxuan, she had naturally made thorough preparations.
After returning to the mansion, He Yunzhao ordered the servants to prepare hot water. She took a comfortable, relaxing hot bath to ease her mind and body.
Sitting in the bathtub, she slowly submerged herself in the water. The enveloping warmth gradually relaxed her body.
Her fair chin gently touched the water's surface, stopping only when it covered her mouth.
Her dark, expressive eyebrows were dampened by the steam, and her long eyelashes were kissed by the moisture. Gazing at the calm surface of the water, she circled her arms in front of her.
With a steady exertion, the circle slowly moved beneath the water's surface. As she continued the motion, ripples began to form.
The force had to be applied rhythmically, continuously following the momentum, so that the ripples on the water's surface could be controlled by her.
The Li Country Duke Mansion was like a tapestry of flowers, dazzling with power and influence. Even the princess, when wronged, did not make a fuss—how perfect it all seemed.
But upon closer examination of the Li Country Duke Mansion, it was clear that Pei Shangxuan was already walking on the edge of a blade.
The previous old duke had taken a shortcut, secretly pledging allegiance to the late emperor. After the late emperor ascended the throne, he helped stabilize the situation, using the deterrent power of the Jingdu Daying to firmly suppress the other princes.
But that's how people are—once they grasp the power of life and death, once they truly suppress those of imperial lineage, they realize they are not so fearsome after all, merely blessed with better birth.
The late emperor was a master of cunning. Under Emperor Taizong's oppressive rule and the competition among his brothers, he managed to secure the crown prince's position and ascend the throne smoothly, only to promptly eliminate two of the most unruly brothers.
When he noticed the old Duke of Li growing arrogant because of his contributions, he did not strike harshly immediately but gave him one chance.
Or perhaps, during that period, the emperor was exceptionally mild, presenting the image of a wise ruler.
Having secured the throne, this was his kingdom, and it needed to be governed well. It was during this time that Qi Jun was recalled to the court.
The old Duke of Li's political wisdom came into play. He seized this opportunity, wisely retreating at the height of his power by relinquishing control of the Jingdu Daying and sending his eldest son, Pei Shangxuan, to the palace to study alongside the current emperor.
In reality, however, Pei Shangxuan was trained in martial arts—his main role was to serve as a minor attendant to the princess.
The late emperor was quite pleased with the Li Country Duke Mansion's compliance. As the court's development progressed smoothly, he did not mind offering some rewards.
Thus, the marriage between Princess Ning'an and Pei Shangxuan was arranged.
At this time, the Li Country Duke Mansion was the epitome of a consort's family—noble in status, wealthy in assets, with the consort holding a minor official position.
According to the late emperor's plan, it should have been Ning'an's child who would grow up to become an official. Given the current emperor's temperament, he would surely dote on his own nephew. Sacrificing Pei Shangxuan's official career alone would secure the Pei family's stability.
But plans cannot keep up with changes. A major crisis emerged after the current emperor ascended the throne—he had no sons!
The emperor's cousins, however, had many sons, and their fathers had once contended for the throne with the late emperor.
No matter how mild-tempered the emperor might be, he would never allow anyone to covet imperial power. In this atmosphere of vigilance, Pei Shangxuan, as the emperor's brother-in-law, rose to power and regained control over the capital's authority.
It must be noted that rebellions by imperial clan princes were not uncommon, but a rebellion by the emperor's brother-in-law had never been heard of.
If Pei Shangxuan, in his position, made any suspicious moves, the imperial clan would unite to eliminate him.
Eighteen years—a full eighteen years—and the Capital Military Camp was once again in the hands of the Pei family. On the surface, nothing seemed to have changed, but the situation was entirely different.
He Yunzhao stood up, water droplets sliding off her body. She hastily dried herself with a silk towel and took a clean undergarment from the nearby rack to change into.
"Oh, little lady, don't you worry, when spring comes and snow fills the tower again, I'll take the Cultivated Talent exam, and next year I'll become a Recommended Man…" she hummed a carefree, nonsensical tune.
Outside the door, Cuiling couldn't help but cover her mouth and nose, stifling a laugh.
Was the Li Country Duke Mansion an impenetrable fortress? Not at all.
Pei Shangxuan's greatest reliance was the emperor's trust and his status as the emperor's brother-in-law.
He Yunzhao couldn't quite understand why the emperor would trust Pei Shangxuan to such an extent, entrusting him with the Capital Military Camp—those thirty thousand troops were the strongest force protecting the capital.
Men, rational as they are, sometimes place trust in ways that are hard to comprehend. "Though my brother gambles, visits brothels, and beats his wife at home, he's a trustworthy good man—he treats his brothers very well!"
It reminded He Yunzhao of when she was young and watched TV dramas, utterly baffled by why a notorious womanizer deciding to reform because of a word from his good brother was considered praiseworthy.
The emperor's trust was both Pei Shangxuan's advantage and his weakness.
The Capital Military Camp had not been under the Pei family's control for eighteen years. Over time, it had reestablished its stability, with various factions having their own people and shares of influence within.
Pei Shangxuan's rise to power based solely on trust left many secretly discontented.
He had married at seventeen and became a consort. The main duty of a consort was to serve the princess, not to go to war.
Although Pei Shangxuan was a military official, he had never fought in a battle. He merely stationed himself in the capital and dispatched small troops to suppress bandits.
As for others in the court, civil officials were highly dissatisfied with how quickly an imperial in-law like Pei Shangxuan had risen to power and taken control of military authority.
Imperial in-laws holding military power was a major taboo in the court, but everyone knew the emperor had no sons—this was His Majesty's most sensitive issue.
Though other officials were displeased, they would not rashly impeach Pei Shangxuan. No one wanted to be suspected by the emperor of colluding with other imperial clan princes.
The current emperor had reigned for many years and was a very mild-mannered, good ruler, always treating his officials with respect and care.
But the deeds of the previous two emperors served as a stark reminder. If this good man were provoked and displayed the late emperor's temperament, it would spell disaster.
Now, with He Yunzhao's incident, she had torn open a crack with her own words. Civil and military officials who had long been dissatisfied with Pei Shangxuan would swarm in.
…
Li Country Duke Mansion.
Pei Shangxuan swept the writing brush and paper off the table with one swift motion, then kicked the redwood table, causing it to shift abruptly.
The steward, with a pained expression, repeatedly rushed to the main hall. "Your Grace, what should we do? The crowd outside is growing larger!"
Pei Shangxuan roared, "Drive them away! All of them!"
Veins bulged on his forehead as he clenched his fists tightly.
Even more infuriating than the He family lad was that troublemaker Liao Yinghuan, who had come right to his doorstep to shout insults—where was the dignity befitting a great scholar?
Gritting his teeth, the steward prepared to go out and drive the crowd away, but Pei Shangxuan called him back.
"Come back!"
He gasped for breath, struggling to calm his emotions. "Let them be. Just make sure they don’t enter the premises."
"Yes, I understand," the steward replied.
Outside the gate, aside from the elders protesting on behalf of He Yunzhao, there were also many onlookers drawn by the commotion.
The main instigator was the elderly Liao Yinghuan, a man of both literary and martial prowess, capable of delivering highbrow critiques as well as vulgar insults.
Liao Yinghuan was advanced in years and hot-tempered. Pei Shangxuan feared that if the servants tried to drive him away, they might not control their strength and end up causing him harm.
The matter with the He family lad was troublesome, but since the boy was still alive, there was room to manage the situation. However, if something happened to the great scholar Liao, the consequences would be far graver.
The real problem was how to protect Feng Qing. Feng Li was already unhinged; if Feng Qing couldn’t be shielded, there was no telling what she might do.
Pei Shangxuan gritted his teeth and slammed his fist down, wishing he could strangle Feng Li right then. But he still hadn’t grasped what other leverage the Feng family held.
"Your Grace! Someone from the palace has arrived—His Majesty summons you to the court!"
The Li Country Duke Mansion covered extensive grounds, nearly rivaling the neighboring Prince Xiang’s residence.
After Princess Ning’an’s marriage into the family, the Duke of Li had petitioned the late emperor to expand the mansion. The main gate now extended to a side street off Xuanwu Street, designed in a U-shape with stables and carriage houses built on both sides to accommodate the Pei family’s retainers.
The blueprint was exceptionally well-drawn: it not only enlarged the mansion but also provided housing for retired soldiers who served the Pei family, all while avoiding the bustling crowds. Though situated in a prime location, the entrance maintained a sense of tranquility amid the noise.
Now, this plaza-like entrance had become a convenient stage for the protesters.
The duke’s mansion: a grand stage for the talented.
The walls on either side were already covered in large brushstrokes by scholars, inscribed with He Yunzhao’s poetry and essays.
Many had freely composed verses condemning Pei Shangxuan for indulging his concubine’s brother in harming others, coercing a talented scholar on the streets, and vowing that they, as scholars, would never yield to such tyranny!
With a rumble, the main gate of the mansion slowly opened, and Liao Yinghuan momentarily fell silent.
The old man’s snow-white eyebrows lifted as he saw six imperial guards on horseback escorting a eunuch in purplish-brown robes through the gate.
The main gates of high-ranking officials’ residences were typically kept closed, with family members using side or rear entrances. They were only opened to receive imperial edicts or oral decrees from the emperor, as a sign of respect.
Liao Yinghuan cleared his throat and continued shouting with vigorous energy, "Pei Shangxuan! You black-hearted, filthy scoundrel! Abusing your power, indulging your concubine’s brother to harm others in the streets, plotting against a scholar of our great Da Jin who has earned his rank!"
"In today’s court, the essence of governance lies in valuing talent! By endangering scholars’ lives, Pei Shangxuan seeks to undermine the very foundation of our Da Jin!"
"The late Duke of Li cherished literature and once taught Pei Shangxuan to prioritize the Imperial Examination, yet this man refused to listen!"
"Pei Shangxuan, as a subject of the court, you are harming the pillars of our dynasty!"
"As a son, you are unfilial and disobedient!"
"As a consort, you neglect the princess!"
"As a father, you fail to educate your descendants!"
"This venomous creature, devoid of benevolence, righteousness, kinship, and harmony, is truly a festering sore in the court and a disgrace to Da Jin!"
The purple-robed eunuch sent to deliver the oral decree broke into a cold sweat, thinking, "This old master is still as vigorous as ever!"
Pei Shangxuan’s face turned ashen from the scolding, but he quickly composed himself, ordered a horse prepared, and followed the eunuch into the palace.
Right before everyone’s eyes, Pei Shangxuan rode away on horseback.
Liao Yinghuan narrowed his eyes, watching the man depart, then patted his chest and gasped for breath, "Whew! Whew! This old man is exhausted."
Qi Jun stepped forward helplessly, "Ah, at your age, you still insisted on coming. Now you know you’re tired, don’t you?"
Liao Yinghuan snorted coldly, "You’ve been an official for too long and lost your spine. How can we let a mere imperial in-law bully a promising scholar like us?"
Qi Jun was left speechless, sighing inwardly. In the end, he had been assimilated by the court.
A disciple nearby, overhearing their conversation, hesitated to speak, his gaze complex.
Indeed, in the eyes of outsiders, Qi Jun was seen as unyielding, but in his own view, he felt he had already compromised greatly with the world.
At the root of it, it was the presence of Liao Yinghuan, this indignant elder, that made Qi Jun feel he had already been exceedingly accommodating to the court.
Liao Yinghuan groaned, catching his breath before saying, "So tired, I’m going home."
"Huh?" Qi Jun was taken aback. "Not continuing?"
The old master glanced at Qi Jun and snorted disdainfully, "You youngsters are far too impulsive. Now that His Majesty has summoned Pei Shangxuan, this matter is bound to reach a conclusion. There’s no need to keep cursing here—time to rest at home."
Qi Jun, the "youngster" with a long beard and over half a century of age: "…"
…
On the other side, He Yunzhao finished washing up, dressed neatly, and sat waiting in the main hall, guessing that the Emperor would summon her.
When she entered the carriage, she found Ding Hanzhang already inside, sleeves tucked, serenely meditating with his eyes closed.
He Yunzhao offered an ingratiating smile and called out, "Master."
Ding Hanzhang tutted twice, opening one eye, "I am not your master. Don’t call me that. I’m a donkey’s master—from now on, I’ll go to the manor to lecture donkeys."
He Yunzhao could only smile apologetically, "Master, master, please don’t be angry."
Ding Hanzhang huffed irritably.
Did they think just because he was old and dim-sighted, he knew nothing? While it was true that Feng Qing was sinister and harmful, He Yun had long been prepared and planned his retaliation in advance—showing his sharp wits.
He had seen many who were book-smart but clumsy in character; once they entered the court, they’d be devoured without a trace, only realizing it after several falls.
But this child, He Yunzhao, was inherently sharp. If she had wanted, she could have left after her revenge, yet she chose to stay and wait for Pei Shangxuan to seek her out.
Outsiders might think He Yunzhao’s poem was written in a fit of rage, but her master knew—this kid had likely planned it all along.
Like setting a trap for sparrows, propping a winnowing basket with millet underneath, waiting for the sparrows to hop in!
Ding Hanzhang snorted, squinting at his young disciple. This kind of meticulous scheming, blocking every escape route, truly ran in the He family’s blood.
He Yunzhao glanced sideways and clearly saw the corner of her master’s mouth curl up. She pressed her lips together, smiling.
The poem was prepared in advance, the act was improvised on the spot, but the stage had been set for her by none other than the Duke of Li.
Without the full cooperation of Duke of Li, this supporting character, she could not have performed so perfectly.
She had long been guarding against Feng Qing, and naturally would not overlook his backer. If Pei Shangxuan had not hurried over with his beloved concubine that day, she would have retreated and let the matter rest.
If Pei Shangxuan didn't come, it would indicate he still had some bottom line—knowing Feng Qing was harming others but not participating—so she needn't worry too much.
But if Pei Shangxuan came, things would become troublesome.
This would mean that, regardless of the reason, the Feng Family must be very important to Pei Shangxuan, and he would certainly take action against her, an ungrateful child from a fallen family.
With such a formidable enemy before her, how could she foolishly stand by and let herself be schemed against?
Naturally, she had to strike first.
What angered Ding Hanzhang was He Yunzhao's excessive impulsiveness and extremism—did she think her master wouldn't help her?
It was her senior brother Liu Yuan who offered a few words of persuasion: "Xiao Zhao is still young and lost her father early. The entire family of women and children fell on her shoulders. If she weren't tough, who knows how much suffering she'd endure?"
Ding Hanzhang was only angry in words. Once they entered the palace, he wiped his eyes and changed his expression.
The imperial palace was located due north of Jing City, facing south. The current royal family was the Li family, with the emperor's single-character name being Sui—Li Sui.
Following behind her master, He Yunzhao walked along the palace path under the guidance of the eunuch in front until they reached the eastern side hall of the Tai Ji Hall.
She entered with her head bowed, following her master's movements as they knelt together to pay respects.
Ding Hanzhang hadn't fully knelt when someone helped him up.
Behind him, He Yunzhao's knees had barely touched the ground when her arm was grasped and she was firmly lifted up.
It wasn't a superficial, ceremonial lift but a genuine, forceful assistance.
Startled, He Yunzhao instinctively looked up.
Emperor Li Sui appeared to be around forty years old, of medium build, with an elegant scholarly demeanor and a gentle, approachable face.
He Yunzhao didn't dare look too long but carefully memorized the emperor's appearance.
Noticing the child's nervousness, Li Sui smiled reassuringly and patted He Yunzhao's shoulder. "No need to be nervous. Today I've read many poems you've written. To be so young yet possess such talent—I had wanted to summon you for a meeting, and now this coincidence has fulfilled my wish."
He Yunzhao said softly, "I dare not claim such praise. That my clumsy works have earned Your Majesty's appreciation is already more than enough."
Her arm trembled slightly uncontrollably—meeting the emperor affected her more than she had anticipated. In her previous life, the highest official she'd ever seen was an office director.
Thinking of it this way, her master was the former Minister of Rites. Wow!
Hearing her refer to herself as a student, Li Sui paused before remembering she was also the Top Candidate. After a moment, he smiled and said to Ding Hanzhang, "This child is modest. To write such excellent poetry yet remain so humble—seeing such fine jade material, even I can't help but be moved, let alone you, Old Ding. Your judgment is truly excellent."
The emperor was unexpectedly gentle and kind, but He Yunzhao wasn't deceived by appearances because when she looked up, she saw someone—Li Country Duke Pei Shangxuan.
Pei Shangxuan had arrived earlier than them! He Yunzhao's expression remained unchanged, but her demeanor had completely transformed.
Li Sui had always loved literature and had a relatively mild temperament. Seeing He Yunzhao, he couldn't help but smile.
After reading He Yunzhao's poems, he couldn't help wondering what kind of person she was. Now that she was before him, she turned out to be just a little child.
With handsome features and an exceptionally striking presence, though he dared not raise his head and kept his eyes lowered, one could still glimpse a jade-like face. Truly worthy of being called Meng Lang…
Such a young gentleman, not yet fully grown, already possessed such captivating looks. Who knows how many maidens in Jing City would lose their hearts to him when he comes of age.
Unfortunately, before more pleasantries could be exchanged, he lifted his gaze and saw Pei Shangxuan.
The child's expression instantly shifted, turning as cold as an ice doll. His eyes shot out icicles, each one seeming to wish they could pierce Pei Shangxuan through.
Li Sui awkwardly rubbed his nose and silently returned to his position beside the Dragon Throne.
Before He Yunzhao and his master entered, Pei Shangxuan had arrived at the palace half an hour earlier.
It wasn't that Li Sui had intentionally summoned him earlier, but as the Ning'an Princess Consort, Pei Shangxuan was more familiar with the imperial palace. The palace attendants were more willing to grant him convenience, coupled with his own intention to enter the palace ahead of others to explain himself.
Li Sui first listened to the officials' accusations. Initially furious upon hearing them, he acknowledged that Pei Shangxuan had indeed acted improperly.
The facts were clear: Feng Qing had instructed servants from his sister's estate to plot against He Yunzhao's life.
Madam Feng, as his sister, had condoned and shielded Feng Qing, providing assistance for the attempted murder.
These two were already guilty of heinous crimes, their offenses plainly evident.
While Pei Shangxuan's actions sounded despicable, upon closer examination, he himself had not participated in the plot to murder He Yunzhao. His only wrongdoing was using his status to bully He Yunzhao on the street.
Li Sui was already in a difficult position. Dealing with Feng Qing went without saying—he had long disliked Madam Feng and could handle her as well. But Pei Shangxuan alone posed a dilemma.
Before He Yunzhao's arrival, Pei Shangxuan gritted his teeth and bitterly confessed his fault in indulging Feng Li.
Yet he argued that Feng Li had followed her family into exile on the frontier years ago. To protect her chastity, she had scarred her own face, leaving a terrifying mark.
He admitted that in his youth, he had been ignorant and failed to repay Madam Feng's life-saving grace. Now, no matter what, he could not watch her fall into imprisonment and was willing to bear all the blame for Feng Li himself.
As a woman, Madam Feng had preferred to disfigure herself rather than compromise her virtue during exile—such was her fierce chastity.
Pei Shangxuan not only expressed willingness to undergo corporal punishment but also volunteered to forfeit his salary.
Li Sui sighed and said nothing more, silently resigning himself to letting Feng Qing shoulder all the blame alone.
Now, He Yunzhao watched coldly as the monarch and subject exchanged words, his wrists hanging loosely at his sides. His index finger twitched involuntarily twice—he was utterly enraged.
Pei Shangxuan knelt on the ground, his spine ramrod straight. He declared, "Feng Qing's lack of discipline and extreme temperament are entirely my fault. As a woman, Madam Feng provided assistance only out of concern for him as the family's sole male heir."
"My verbal offense against Young Master He on the street that day was an abuse of my status. I am willing to apologize at his residence."
"The Feng Family has long had no one left. I only beg…"
Before Pei Shangxuan could finish, Ding Hanzhang let out a howl, tears streaming down like rain. "Ah! My disciple!"
The old man slapped his thigh and wailed, "Xiao Zhao started studying when he wasn't even as tall as a stool! He studied bitterly for ten years before achieving his current status as a Cultivated Talent! His father died young, leaving behind a household of elderly, weak, women, and children—he's the only male heir!"
You want to play the misery card? Let's see who's more miserable!
Ding Hanzhang continued wiping his tears. "Has Your Majesty forgotten the Old Master of the He Family?"
"Xiao Zhao's father was personally enfeoffed by you as Kangshun Marquis! Kangshun Marquis worked himself to death in office!"
"My~ poor dis~ciple~!"
"He aspired to revive his family's prestige since childhood, pinning all his hopes on succeeding in the Imperial Examination. Who would have thought he'd fall victim to vile schemes!"
Every wrinkle on Ding Hanzhang's face was streaked with tears, his trembling arm a heartbreaking sight.
With a sob, he looked at Pei Shangxuan. "Where has he offended you? This old man will apologize on his behalf…"
The old man supported himself on the tea table and rose, preparing to kneel before Pei Shangxuan, his knees already bending.
He Yunzhao stood up in alarm, rushing forward in two steps to support him. His heart swelled with guilt.
Why couldn't he have endured it? Why did he have to cause trouble now, forcing his master to kneel before others!
Her heart was filled with anxiety, but someone was even more frantic than her!
Pei Shangxuan inwardly cursed. He crawled forward on his knees and supported Ding Hanzhang.
A military general, a robust thirty-eight-year-old military man, his arms were broad and strong, exerting all his strength to hold him up.
Ding Hanzhang’s face flushed red as he stubbornly tried to kneel down, shouting, "This old man apologizes to you!"
He Yunzhao… He Yunzhao was at a loss for words…
She couldn’t help but glance back at the emperor, noticing the anxiety and helplessness on the face of this mild-tempered ruler.
Ding Hanzhang shook his head, determined to kneel, his arms flailing wildly, and Pei Shangxuan’s head took several hard hits.
Pei Shangxuan was so furious his eyes nearly turned red, but he could only grit his teeth and keep holding up the stubborn old man.
Li Sui, growing impatient, descended from the Dragon Throne and hurried over to persuade him.
Amidst the chaos, He Yunzhao observed intently, thinking, "Indeed, ginger is spicier when old!"
The farce ended with the arrival of Qi Song, the Left Vice Minister of the Ministry of War, and Grand Secretary Qu.
Grand Secretary Qu sighed helplessly as he supported Ding Hanzhang. "Old Ding, what are you doing? At your age, why are you causing such a scene?"
Qi Song, on the other hand, coldly pulled Pei Shangxuan away.
He Yunzhao whistled inwardly. "Perfect timing!" Grand Secretary Qu was the grandfather of her "friend" Qu Zhan. Occasionally, she could glean the Grand Secretary’s inclinations—he had always advocated for the dismantling of the Jingdu Daying.
As for the Left Vice Minister of the Ministry of War, she discreetly observed him.
Unexpectedly, he was extremely sharp and immediately looked over. He Yunzhao remained unruffled, offering a gentle smile with an innocent expression.
Qi Song quickly pursed his lips.
Huh? Why does this Lord Qi seem so familiar?
Before He Yunzhao could ponder further, a new round of debate began.
Grand Secretary Qu took the lead, his official robes exuding authority. He glared at Pei Shangxuan and said, "This old minister has come to ask Your Majesty a question."
Emperor Li Sui frowned. "What question?"
Grand Secretary Qu straightened his sleeves, his voice resolute. "I wish to ask Your Majesty, what kind of case is a street murder in Jing City?"
Li Sui replied, "A criminal case."
Grand Secretary Qu pressed further, "Which office should handle it?"
Li Sui already understood and sighed. "It should be handled by Shuntian Fu."
Grand Secretary Qu exclaimed angrily, "Then this old minister is deeply puzzled! Why summon the perpetrator and the victim to the imperial court? Does Your Majesty intend to show favoritism to the Imperial Son-in-Law?"
Li Sui smiled bitterly. This was just his nature. Though he was the emperor, his moral standards were far higher than those of other rulers.
"I understand Grand Secretary Qu’s meaning. This matter should indeed be handed over to Shuntian Fu for trial."
Pei Shangxuan shot a cold glance, knowing full well that Grand Secretary Qu had come prepared, targeting the Jingdu Daying under his control.
Qi Song, the Left Vice Minister of the Ministry of War, stepped forward. "Your Majesty, I have a different view. While Feng Qing and her brother’s crimes should be judged by Shuntian Fu, the Duke of Li’s involvement remains ambiguous."
He Yunzhao nodded inwardly. The murder attempt on her was ultimately the doing of Feng Qing and her brother alone. Pei Shangxuan could easily distance himself from it. The only leverage they had now was that the servants Feng Qing used came from Madam Feng’s estate.
The Feng Family had been exiled to the borderlands for years and could not possibly retain property in Jing City. Therefore, the estate must have been provided by Pei Shangxuan.
Everyone agreed with Qi Song’s words. He then turned his focus to Pei Shangxuan. "May I ask the Duke of Li, were you aware of the murder plot?"
Pei Shangxuan gritted his teeth, inwardly cursing the Feng Family for entrapping him, yet he had no choice but to speak: "This duke knew nothing of it, but Madam Feng saved my life. Having no way to repay her, I am willing to bear full responsibility for her crimes."
His words sounded noble, but as a duke and the emperor's brother-in-law, with He Yunzhao unharmed, who would dare demand his life?
He Yunzhao couldn't help but let out a derisive laugh.
Pei Shangxuan turned to look at him. "Does Young Master He disapprove of my words? I acted impulsively that day and apologize again. Now that I'm willing to take responsibility, is Young Master He still unsatisfied?"
He Yunzhao smiled faintly, his fair face blooming with a radiant grin.
Even an ice doll could melt. The emperor, who had never seen He Yunzhao's usual gentle demeanor, marveled inwardly.
He Yunzhao looked at Pei Shangxuan curiously. "Since Madam Feng saved Your Grace's life, why didn't you provide her with a residence or dowry?"
"Feng Qing's success in the Cultivated Talent examination shows his dedication to studies. If you were willing to nurture your benefactor's brother like this, why not arrange a proper dowry for Madam Feng?"
He feigned surprise, covering his mouth. "Ah, if only you had hired proper tutors for this sister and brother back then, perhaps today's incident wouldn't have occurred."
He Yunzhao sighed. This series of events had eroded his awe of the emperor.
He lifted his eyes regretfully. "Your Majesty, this student merely regrets that Feng Qing could have become a talent for Da Jin."
"Such a kind heart," the emperor thought admiringly.
Ding Hanzhang stood dumbfounded.
What strong tea-scented hypocrisy!
He Yunzhao shyly lowered his head, accepting Grand Secretary Qu's repeated praises.
Making one's lifesaver become a concubine—if Madam Feng truly saved Pei Shangxuan's life, then his life must be quite cheap, worth only a concubine's position.
The emperor was probably the most kind-hearted person present. He Yunzhao had already realized Pei Shangxuan seemed determined to protect Madam Feng.
Naturally, he intensified his attacks against her.
…Half an hour later, Pei Shangxuan's face turned ashen…
According to Da Jin's penal code: attempted murder warrants three years of penal servitude; causing injury leads to strangulation; causing death leads to decapitation.
Considering specific circumstances, favorable factors for Feng Qing included his status as a Cultivated Talent and He Yunzhao's lack of injury.
Unfavorable factors included the vicious nature of plotting in public areas.
Finally, under pressure, the Magistrate of Shuntian Prefecture sentenced Feng Qing to: revocation of scholarly rank, sixty cane strikes, exile to Lingnan, and lifelong prohibition from returning to the capital.
Since Feng Qing received a severe punishment, Feng Li naturally received a lighter sentence: forty cane strikes.
He Yunzhao learned days later that Madam Feng's caning had actually been taken by Pei Shangxuan on her behalf.
Two new deputy commanders were appointed to the Capital Military Camp: one from the Shi Family, originally a general of the camp, and the other being Mu Yan's father.
Not only had Pei Shangxuan lost two-thirds of his authority, but he was also ordered to reflect at home for three months, giving the two newcomers ample time to reorganize the Capital Military Camp.
He Yunzhao couldn't help biting his finger. Had the Duke of Li sacrificed so much for true love?
…
Pei Shangxuan was carried back to the ducal residence with his back covered in blood and flesh. Princess Ning'an panicked, tearfully caring for him.
Nearby, the young Pei Zeyuan glared hatefully at his father—this man who neglected his mother for a concubine and now suffered punishment for that same concubine!
Princess Ning'an heartily cleaned Pei Shangxuan's wounds with a warm, damp cloth.
Crying came from outside the house as Feng Li staggered through the door, shoving Princess Ning'an aside.
Pei Zeyuan caught his mother and immediately retaliated. With a forceful push, he sent Feng Li flying onto Pei Shangxuan's back.
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
Listening to the miserable cries of the despicable pair, Pei Zeyuan laughed with immense satisfaction. However, Princess Ning'an hurried forward to check Pei Shangxuan's injuries.
Pei Shangxuan's face was pale, beads of cold sweat streaming down his forehead. The excruciating pain in his back was unlike any injury he had ever suffered!
To make matters worse, that wretched boy had not only pushed this vile woman but made her fall right on top of him!
Agonized wails echoed through half the Duke's residence.
Pei Shangxuan nearly fainted, struggling to maintain his scattered focus as words forced their way out one by one: "Princess, please return and rest first."
Ning'an watched as Feng Li seductively stroked Pei Shangxuan's back while casting a provocative look her way. Her heart couldn't help but ache, yet she still replied, "Very well."
Pei Zeyuan followed behind Ning'an as they left, his anxiety so intense it showed on his face, yet he didn't know how to comfort her.
Everything had changed after Madam Feng returned to the capital. His father now doted solely on Madam Feng, leaving his mother heartbroken and distressed.
Ferocious glints repeatedly flashed in Pei Zeyuan's eyes. He suddenly halted his steps when his mother stopped walking.
"Mother?"
Princess Ning'an turned back with a sigh. "Zeyuan, how could you treat your father like that? Showing no respect at all, pushing Consort Feng and worsening your father's injuries!"
Pei Zeyuan gritted his teeth and lowered his head. Again! It was always like this!
Every single time he fought back, his mother would scold him.
Princess Ning'an looked helplessly at her child. She truly didn't know how to raise this boy properly.
"No matter what, your father is still your father. He cares for you deeply. Don't hold resentment against him."
Pei Zeyuan couldn't help but lift his head. "How can I just watch him hurt you like this? Father used to be good, but he's changed for the worse. Why can't you leave him?"
"Nonsense!" Princess Ning'an flared up. "Is this any business for a child to meddle in?"
Enraged, she struck Pei Zeyuan with her hand. "Is this how your father taught you to behave? Is this how I raised you?"
His mother's slap didn't hurt physically, but Pei Zeyuan felt suffocated, his eyes filled with stubborn defiance.
He couldn't understand why his mother acted this way. Wasn't he the one protecting her?
When his mother suffered because of his father, he would comfort her. When he wanted revenge against his father, she forbade it and instead scolded him to be filial.
Pei Zeyuan lowered his head to hide his expression. "Mother, I want to join the Jingdu Daying. Could you ask Uncle for me?"
After her anger subsided, Princess Ning'an seemed to regain her maternal demeanor, her hand stopping its motion. "You're only thirteen! How could you join the Jingdu Daying?"
He remained silent, head bowed. Wasn't his father's control over the Jingdu Daying solely due to the Emperor's trust? He was more deserving of that trust – he was the Emperor's nephew!
If he could gain control of the Jingdu Daying, that old fool Pei Shangxuan would become useless.
As mother and son reached the entrance of the eastern courtyard, the moonlit boy already displayed overwhelming stubbornness. Ning'an's heart softened, and she reached up to touch Pei Zeyuan's temples.
"Zeyuan, your father isn't what you think he is. Please don't anger him anymore."
The Momma who had rushed out to greet them nearly went mad with anxiety upon hearing this!
With Madam Feng's domineering madness and the Duke's blatant favoritism, the Princess's constant concessions would only lead to bitter consequences.
If it weren't for the young master's stubborn temper enabling him to stand up to those two, who knows how much more humiliation the princess would have suffered!
How could anyone say such things to the young master!
Pei Zeyuan silently lowered his head, concealing all his expressions.
…
He Yunzhao wasn't entirely satisfied with the resolution, but according to Da Jin's laws, this was the furthest it could go.
Meanwhile, He Yunzhao received a large compensation from the emperor – one thousand taels in cash and four chests filled with various antiques, silks, and paintings.
There was one more matter she needed to attend to quickly – her great-grandfather Prince Xiang.
She knew that having her great-grandfather speak in the palace would be more effective than any scheme she could devise.
But her great-grandfather was truly advanced in years, and she didn't dare tell him directly about her narrow escape from death.
Even her grandmother often experienced physical discomfort, let alone her great-grandfather who was a generation older than her grandmother.
Only after everything was settled did Prince Xiang gradually learn about the incident. The old man understood He Yunzhao's considerations perfectly well, feeling both heartache and sorrow, sometimes waking in the middle of the night to wipe away tears by himself.
Early one morning before dawn, he left the prince's residence and came to the He family, nearly catching He Yunzhao still in bed.
Fortunately, she had the habit of taking a morning walk. She looked helplessly at the old man who was pursing his lips and wiping tears.
"Great-grandfather, don't be angry anymore. Isn't it all resolved now?"
Prince Xiang remained silent, turning his body away to continue wiping tears.
He Yunzhao felt both amused and helpless. "Well, I have to go study today. Why don't you see me off, Great-grandfather?"
Prince Xiang kept his back to her without speaking.
Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she took a step back. "Then I'm leaving!"
Another step back. "I'm really leaving now!"
"No one will accompany me to eat those lamb buns!"
"Oh dear, I'll be all alone."
The old man sprang to his feet instantly. "I'll see Little Zhao off!"