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Qin Taifang suddenly felt a wave of discomfort wash over him, as if he could see Great Jing approaching. Oh no, was it really coming?
Were they really being led around by the nose like this?
Shi Yun replied to him, stating that the Sang Family had not acted against Prince Chen, and that this proclamation was indeed fair. Therefore, it could not be considered being led around.
But you are a Minister of Great Jing.
Mingze laughed, reminding him that he was still a Min Wang of Great Jing. If he truly had such backbone, why did he need to incite others?
"Min Wang," he said, "your life isn't exactly easy either, is it?"
During the Chongjing Emperor's reign, due to his close ties with Prince Chen, he was constantly suppressed. The emperor kept him alive only because he needed him to deal with the Sang Family. At that time, aside from having a royal residence, his status was hardly better than that of a mid-level court official.
When the Xuande Emperor ascended the throne, the suppression ceased, and royal subsidies were restored to full amounts. Life seemed to improve somewhat, but it was still just that—somewhat.
He heard that he valued the education of his children in the household, yet because of his royal status, he could not participate in the Imperial Examination. Unable to speak up before the Xuande Emperor, he struggled to gather some money on his own to secure a minor official position for his children.
Before the Chen Wang Case unfolded, he often immersed himself in the past. Now that the case had concluded, it was time to consider the future paths for his children.
Mingze stopped there.
Min Wang was no fool.
Life in the household was difficult; to maintain an appearance of glory, he secretly borrowed quite a bit of money. He had been steadily advancing while accumulating wealth privately, which only fueled his greed.
One day, a great opportunity presented itself before him. Weighing the pros and cons, he fell into a trap set by none other than the Sang Family. They not only ensnared all his money but also held evidence of all his debts.
The Sang Family claimed they wanted to overturn the case and had goals beyond just that. They intended to use him as leverage to gain his support for their return and later brought forth evidence related to the Chen Wang Case.
He complied but felt unwilling.
Now, Mingze's few words stirred something within him.
If Qin Clan members rose to power again, his blood relation with the new emperor would only grow more distant. He would not only be left without a place but would also be shackled by this identity.
However, if there were a change in dynasty and those shackles were lifted, then his children could pursue the path of the Imperial Examination.
With this thought in mind, Qin Taifang set down the proclamation in his hand and pretended to say casually, "I see it clearly now."
After speaking, he turned and left. His steps were hurried as Qin Taifang wanted to discuss matters with the Sang Family, particularly about their future.
Cai Zhuo had come at the behest of Emperor Xuan and happened to overhear a conversation among a few people. After delivering the imperial edict, he was on his way back when he noticed Gentle in a rather cheerful mood.
Cai Zhuo found that smile too glaring. "Oh, look at you showing off those pearly whites. Is your master coming back? Is that why you're so happy?"
Gentle intentionally widened his smile. "Cai Gonggong, you should be happy with me! After all these years of misjudgment, your true savior is returning. Have you thought about how to face him?"
Empty words; Old Man wouldn't believe your nonsense!
It didn't matter if he believed or not; the master would speak with him personally. He had once said that Cai Gonggong would manage this whole affair and would need to rely on him in the future. The master held high hopes for you, Cai Gonggong, so you better take care of yourself.
The proclamation indeed caused quite a stir. Everyone felt sorry for Prince Chen and secretly cursed Chongjing Emperor. As they reached the end of the document, they fell silent; the imperial seal could not be faked. The Sang Family did not kill Prince Chen, so what about the other charges?
Especially in Jingjing City, some recalled the sandstorm that lasted several days, during which spies Zheng Moru and Old Master Cui had accumulated some letters. During that time, many were blown around by the sandstorm.
At that moment, they were only half-believing. After the Chen Wang Case was brought up again, even the emperor testified for the Sang Family, so it seemed unlikely to be wrong.
In the hearts of Great Jing's people, Prince Jing's Residence and Sang Family were not on the same level. The Sang Family had protected Great Jing for generations; while their actions might seem a bit arrogant, they were genuine towards the common folk. Among all the charges listed by Chongjing Emperor, almost none were related to the people.
But the common folk also had weaknesses; lacking education made them easily swayed. On the day when the Sang Family was taken to Execution Ground, they were pelted with rotten eggs. To be honest, it was disheartening, but no matter how disheartened one felt, protection still needed to be offered.
The royal family could incite public hatred towards the Sang Family; likewise, the Sang Family could rally public support to fight for justice.
After the proclamation was released, Sang Bai Jue set up covert operations and began brainwashing the populace. Discussions about the Sang Family grew louder among commoners, while few officials in Court stepped forward to stop it, displaying an attitude of indulgence.
There were still some troublemakers trying to remind Xuande Emperor in court but were drowned out by other officials' voices. Attempts to meet privately with His Majesty were thwarted by Gentle.
Cai Zhuo observed all this with rolling eyes as he floated past. Gentle stifled a laugh and followed closely behind, constantly teasing him until Cai Zhuo was nearly driven mad.
Sang Qingxiao noted which individuals in Qicheng were under Sang Bai Jue’s influence. After observing Old Vine's findings, a location called Dungeon was pinpointed!
No wonder! Only there could one command all walks of life within the city; only with such diverse groups could news spread rapidly in such a short time.
During this time, Sang Qingxiao was familiarizing herself with the evidence for the case while waiting for Gentle to tell her when the time was right. She had a premonition that it would be in the next few days.
What should she wear? It had to be mourning attire, boldly wearing it for the Sang Family. Old Vine thought it looked ugly; with such a significant event drawing the attention of the entire city, their little girl had to wear something beautiful, even if it was just a simple outfit.
Old Vine took charge of this matter, and Sang Qingxiao couldn't dissuade him. She didn’t know where he got a stack of clothing sketches from, but he insisted she choose from them. Sang Qingxiao carefully flipped through them, marveling at Old Vine’s discretion; he hadn’t overlooked the purpose of the attire despite its appearance. She ultimately chose the simplest one and made her request: to have the emblem of Prince Jing's Residence embroidered on it for visibility.
Old Vine expressed his concerns, saying that if they were to overturn the case, they would have to strike the Mingyuan Drum. Once that drum was struck, she would first have to endure thirty lashes. Although there were charms to protect her, she was still a woman, and such an experience would tarnish her reputation.
Reputation was the most burdensome thing; as a Demon Catcher, why should she care about that? Once this matter was settled, they would head to Black Flame City. If she grew tired of Black Flame City, they could travel elsewhere where such gossip wouldn’t reach them.
One day, as Sang Qingxiao was closing up shop as usual, a man stood outside with his hat pulled low over his face, making it difficult to see his features. However, Sang Qingxiao felt that his figure seemed somewhat familiar. As her gaze shifted downward, she clearly saw his distinct knuckles.
Sang Qingxiao stepped aside to let him in. After closing the door behind them, she led him to a square table, but he seemed reluctant. "If a Chancellor can enter your courtyard, why can't I?"
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