At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

The veins on the back of Chi Guanxu's hand that was holding the tablet were bulging.

A strong sense of humiliation swept over him, making him feel as embarrassed as if he was stripped naked and displayed to the public.

Chi Guanxu squeezed out a sound from between his teeth, "Yes! This humble official is indeed not well-educated, not as knowledgeable as the Minister Si."

"However, the sages make laws so that what is not flat is leveled and what is not straight is corrected. Daliang governs the country by law, and has always emphasized the presence of both human and material evidence."

"It's not like some people can convict someone for no reason just by talking."

Immediately, an official commented: "Master Chi, what you said does make sense."

"Besides, His Majesty said this not long ago..."

Some people also said: "But more than 500 years have passed. If there was evidence, it must have been lost or damaged long ago."

"Isn't he sure that too much time has passed and that Marquis Jiangling can't produce definite evidence?"

At this moment, a firm voice sounded in the hall. "Minister, we have evidence!"

The person who spoke was not Xie Yuheng, nor any other member of the Xie family.

Instead, it was the recorder on duty today - Lu Sheng.

Lu Sheng's eyes were red as he looked straight at Xie Yuheng.

He once asked the Marquis of Jiangling if his ancestors were from the Xie family of Qiantang, and he answered at that time - "No."

But he also knew that he had no relationship with Marquis Jiangling, so how could he tell him such an important matter.

Lu Sheng blinked and forced the wetness down.

He turned to Chu Heng and said politely, "Your Majesty, please ask someone to write for me temporarily."

"Let Bingwen write it."

After Yang Bingwen took over Lu Sheng's position as the record officer, Lu Sheng walked out from the shadows beside him.

He first bowed to Xie Yuheng, then lifted his robe and knelt on one side, saying loudly: "Lu Huaqi was the top scholar of the Qi Dynasty. He was persecuted by his fellow townsmen and was imprisoned for many years."

"It was not until Xie Qianping, who was short of manpower due to the war, personally tried the case and redressed the injustice that his studies saw the light of day."

"Lu Huaqi and Xie Qian are not master and apprentice in name, but they are master and apprentice in reality."

When Lu Sheng said this, he choked up.

Many officials had an outrageous idea in their minds - could this minor official be the descendant of Lu Huaqi?

Nowadays, the descendants of famous families and their prime ministers are as common as cabbages, right?

Some officials also secretly wondered if there were any powerful people with the surname Jiang?

Jiang Ziya? No, that's too big a name!

The royal family of the previous dynasty also had the surname Jiang, but that doesn’t seem to be a good idea either, in case they are mistaken for remnants of the previous dynasty.

That would be a great loss, and all the decades of hard study would be in vain.

But when Emperor Taizu of Liang founded the country, he did not kill all the royal family members of the previous dynasty.

How come I haven’t heard of a prominent Jiang family member in all these years?

Could it be that I am really a descendant of the previous dynasty? !

As the official thought about it, he broke out in a sweat.

I wish I could go home right now and look through the family tree to see who my ancestors are.

And Lu Sheng in front was still narrating the story of Lu Huaqi and Xie Qian.

"After Lu Huaqi was released from prison after the coup, he returned to his hometown."

"However, flatterers are incompetent and can only form cliques for personal gain, but have no ability to govern the country and bring peace to the world."

"For the sake of the people, Lu Huaqi had no choice but to return to the court."

"Until his death, he kept telling his descendants that when a wise ruler came to power, they must redress Xie Qian's injustice."

"This has also become one of the family mottos passed down from generation to generation in the Lu family."

As Lu Sheng spoke, he seemed to see his grandmother before she died.

The old man, who looked haggard, held his hand and finished his words bit by bit with difficulty.

He bent his waist, rested his head on the ground, and choked up, "Your servant Lu Sheng, after Lu Huaqi, is willing to clear Xie Qian's name!"

"Rectify the name? Hehehe..."

Chi Guanxu sneered, "You can prove it just by making up a story?"

"Of course I can't."

Lu Sheng raised his head, two lines of tears silently rolled down, "My ancestor Lu Huaqi said that if necessary, the coffin can be opened."

"Inside the coffin, there is evidence that proves Xie Qian's innocence!"

Opening a coffin is not only disrespectful to the ancestors.

There are even rumors among the people that opening a coffin will bring misfortune to the living people in the family.

The whole court was shocked when they heard this. "To be honest, when I was reading the history of Qi, the person I hated the most was Lu Huaqi!"

"Xie Qian, thank you for giving him a new life."

"He returned to the court after Xie Qian's death. He was promoted to the position of Prime Minister, but he still did not redress Xie Qian's injustice."

Don’t you want to level it? The truth is, it can’t be leveled. There’s no way to level it.

No matter how great the power of an official is, he is still an official, not an emperor.

But this cannot be said, because the person sitting on the high dragon throne is also the emperor.

"But isn't digging up the grave and opening the coffin a bit disrespectful?"

Suddenly, Xie Yuheng's voice rang out in the hall, "Actually, there is no need to open Senior Lu's coffin."

"My Xie family has a five-hundred-year-old genealogy as proof, and also an inscription on a stele presented by the Qiantang County Magistrate of the Qi Dynasty as proof."

"There is also evidence from the writings of all the literati in the world at that time!"

Lu Sheng side-glanced at Xie Yuheng and forced a smile that was uglier than bitterness.

He said, "Thank you for your understanding, sir."

"But I think if our ancestors were still alive, they would definitely be willing to do so."

Seeing that Lu Sheng insisted on doing so, Xie Yuheng stopped talking.

Chu Heng glanced at Chi Guanxu, who looked gloomy, and ordered in a deep voice: "In this case, Chen Qiu, you take people with Lu Qing to collect evidence."

"Also summon the people from the Xie family of Jiangling to come to the palace to meet the emperor."

Two quarters of an hour later.

The two Xie brothers, who brought the Xie family genealogy and tombstone into the palace, greeted the guests in a proper manner.

"I, Xie Tingjiang (Xie Tinghai), pay my respects to His Majesty. Long live the Emperor!"

Chu Heng raised his hand, "No need to be polite, stand up."

Xie Tingjiang picked up the genealogy of the Xie family's direct branch and handed it to the eunuch who came forward.

Finally, he bowed and said, "The tombstone is outside the palace. Your Majesty, please send someone to check it out."

Chu Heng said directly: "Xie Qian serves the country and the people, he is not a demon, just carry him into the palace."

The official from the Ministry of Rites seemed to want to say something but hesitated. He opened and closed his lips, but finally closed them tightly.

Forget it, the collapse of rituals and music has been going on for more than just one or two days!

Besides, what Your Majesty said makes sense.

If there was no Xie Qian in the Qi Dynasty, I'm afraid... the butcher knives of the Dirong people would have already cut off the necks of all the people in Shangjing and then moved all the way south.

It is not impossible for the Central Plains to be ruled by foreigners again.

Those who are not of my race must have different hearts. This saying is applicable to all races.

At that time, the Han people were the lowest class of people and were subject to oppression.

When the tombstone covered with blue cloth entered the hall, the court officials, who were a little sleepy, suddenly perked up.

As the tombstone fell to the ground, Chu Heng slowly walked down the platform and walked towards the blue step by step.

When he got closer, he stretched out his slightly trembling hand and gently stroked the blue cloth, his eyes filled with grief.

If he could have a capable minister like Xie Qian, he would want to hold him in the palm of his hand and worship him.

They all knocked on the door together, and they were willing to say anything and kill anyone in order to regain their position.

However, although he did not have Xie Qian, he had Xie Qian's descendant - Xie Yuheng, a natural loyal minister.