After rebirth, the regent thought about the following crimes every day

Jiang Yi looked at him coldly.

Jun Changque: "...Okay, I know my uncle cares about me."

"Don't mess around with me. What do you think?"

"If you don't want to stay in the capital, I can help you return to Northern Xinjiang. If you want to stay, just work hard and don't be so leisurely. It's an eyesore to me."

Jun Changque asked helplessly: "How can uncle be so sure that the regent is not worthy of trust?"

Jiang Yi said coldly: "I only trust myself, but I need your help."

"Okay," Jun Changque took a breath and said slowly, "In a few days, I will invite my uncle to watch a show."

Jiang Yihan asked: "How many days will it take? Will it be three days or five days?"

"We have to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival."

"Okay, I'll wait."

After Jiang Yihan finished speaking, he left.

As soon as he left, Mo Yanzhuo came again, and he sat down naturally.

"Consort Jiang is looking for His Highness to ask about the child?"

"Yeah." Jun Changque nodded.

Mo Yanzhuo was confused: "Why didn't he come and ask me?"

Jun Changque glanced at him and said nothing.

Okay, because he and Jun Changxiao are close.

"I have confirmed that Dong Chao and others are hiding in Zhu Bingzhi's house. He also secretly met Jun Changxiao. They will take action against His Highness next."

Mo Yanzhuo said, with a murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

It's really disappointing that he is so ignorant on such a big matter.

He actually wanted to frame His Highness.

Jun Changque chuckled: "Really?"

Mo Yanzhuo said warmly: "Your Highness, don't worry, I will let people keep an eye on them. If anyone dares to reach out to His Highness, I will not let him go."

If his guess is correct, Jun Changxiao wanted to slander His Highness for colluding with the enemy.

Zhu Bingzhi thought he could stay out of the matter, but in fact he had been set up by Jun Changxiao.

Jun Changque asked slowly: "The people who sell the dynasty must be uprooted. No matter how many people are killed, is the regent ready?"

Mo Yanzhuo looked resolute: "Those who deserve it should die. As the regent, I must do these things for the people, no matter what others think."

Jun Changque was silent for a moment, raised his tea cup towards him, and smiled: "Then, I wish the regent a triumphant victory."

The smile on the corner of the man's lips flashed briefly, and his upward eyes were as bright as fire, captivating people's hearts, and his beautiful and charming look remained in his deep and gentle eyes.

Mo Yanzhuo was slightly absent-minded.

He didn't ask for Jun Changque to continue investigating the case in front of the emperor, not because he wanted to take advantage of his achievements.

But he knew that there were countless murders involved in this kind of case.

By then, Qingshi Street outside the Meridian Gate will become a hell on earth.

Even if they deserve their crimes, they will arouse the pity of the people. That is not pity for the criminals, it is pity for the poor people, and it is human nature to sympathize with the weak.

When we come back to our senses and the dust settles, the people who presided over that massacre will be feared by the people.

They will stand on the moral high ground, forget the suffering of the victims, and forget to applaud when punishing evil and promoting good. In turn, they think you are ruthless and call you a god of murder.

Isn’t that what the emperors in previous lives were like?

He decisively eliminated those who harmed the people, which made the world think that the emperor was murderous.

How could they know that they were safe because the murderous man was responsible for everything.

Therefore, in this life, he does not want His Highness to deal with these matters personally.

He will handle everything for him. He is the sharpest knife in his hand. Even if he is spurned or misunderstood, he will not let His Highness bear it.

Let people think that His Highness is benevolent and heroic, and that he, the Regent, is a sycophant.

His burning eyes fell on Jun Changque

Jun Changque looked into his deep eyes and looked away calmly: "Then it's the regent's fault."

Mo Yanzhuo asked in a low voice: "Is there any reward for Your Highness?"