The beautiful and powerful minister hooked up with the crazy emperor and couldn't escape

"My Lord, when I arrived, all the craftsmen who were making government silver in Suizhou had been killed, including their families! I failed in my duty, please punish me, Your Majesty!"

Jiazi half-knelt on the ground, head lowered expressionlessly.

"died?"

Mo Ling narrowed his eyes. The person behind the scenes was really cruel and ruthless. In order to prevent them from leaking the news, he killed everyone and even spared their families.

"Forget it. Since the clues are gone, there is no need to investigate further. I will give you a new task. If you complete it well this time, I will not punish you."

Jiazi remained in the same position without moving: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Mo Ling placed a chessboard in front of him. He placed a chess piece and said, "Find Wen Chu's whereabouts. I don't care if he was kidnapped or disappeared on purpose. You have to find him for me, dead or alive!"

"Yes, I obey."

Jiazi stood up and was about to go out when he heard a voice behind him, "Wait."

Jiazi turned around and half-knelt on the ground: "My Lord, do you have any other instructions?"

Mo Ling's attention was still on the chessboard, and he didn't even look at Jiazi.

"Have you heard the rumors outside about the disaster relief grain being robbed?"

Jiazi nodded: "I have heard a little bit about it."

"Tell me, I want to hear your opinion."

Jiazi knew that his lord was asking him what he thought about the Grand Tutor's looting of the disaster relief grain. The rumor was now spreading all over the city, but he didn't believe it.

"In my opinion, these rumors are completely false."

Mo Ling was not surprised at all and asked softly, "Oh~, do you trust the Grand Master so much?"

Jiazi lowered his head and from his master's tone, it seemed that he was not very satisfied with his answer.

"I just think that the Grand Master would not do such a thing."

Mo Ling held the black piece in his hand, as if he was only concerned about the situation on the chessboard.

"I understand, please step back."

"Yes!"

After Jiazi left, Yan Yiran flew down from the beam and asked in confusion, "Wen Chu is the Grand Tutor's man, why did Your Majesty ask Jiazi to find Wen Chu's whereabouts? What if Jiazi and Wen Chu are in cahoots with each other?"

Mo Ling smiled and put the black piece down: "Doesn't this require Yiran? Send someone to follow Jiazi. If the Grand Master is really related to this case, he can find Wen Chu through Jiazi and find evidence."

"Your Majesty is wise!" Yan Yiran bowed.

Mo Ling looked up from the chess game, motioned for Yan Yiran to sit down, and then asked softly, "What do you think of that batch of government silver?"

Yan Yiran thought for a moment and frowned, "The news spread too fast! Even with the speed of the Qianlong Guards, they were still a step late when they arrived in Suizhou. This can only mean that the person behind the scenes got the news earlier than us. Or, there is a traitor among the Qianlong Guards."

Mo Ling held the chess piece in his mouth for a long time without putting it down. "That's why I want Jiazi to investigate Wen Chu. I want to know whether Qianlongwei is on my side or on the side of the Grand Tutor."

"By the way, do you have any clues about what I asked Yiran to investigate a few days ago?"

Yan Yiran lowered his eyes and said, "We have sent people to look for the midwife who delivered the Empress Dowager. We should be able to get some information when we find her."

"So good."

A few days later, Qianyuan Palace.

The little fool used the special medicine produced by the system and was able to move normally, but Feng Jiuqing discovered that there were several more breathing sounds in the dark. Why did Mo Ling send so many secret guards to him?

Do you want to protect him or monitor him?

But even so, Feng Jiuqing could only pretend that he didn't know about this. After all, these secret guards were not necessarily idiots. It would be bad if he failed to fool them and was suspected instead.

Feng Jiuqing burned the note in his hand. The man behind the scenes actually cut off his arm to survive and killed all the silversmiths who participated in counterfeiting official silver. He was really cruel.

He originally wanted to expose this line and catch the person behind the scenes off guard, so as to reveal more clues and cut off one of his sources of income.

This person could kill and silence the witnesses before the Qianlong Guards, but the Qianlong Guards were trained by him, so the possibility of a traitor was very small. If it wasn't the Qianlong Guards, then who sent him the message in advance?

In the end, he underestimated the ruthlessness of this man. It was not enough for him to kill the silversmith, he also wiped out all the silversmith's families. These lives plus the people who died in the silver mine and Xitai Tower were simply unforgivable!

Feng Jiuqing's eyes were gloomy. He would definitely find the person behind the scenes and cut him into pieces to commemorate these innocent people.

"Qingqing, you haven't gotten up yet? How long are you going to stay in bed?"

Mo Ling's voice reached Feng Jiuqing's ears, and in the blink of an eye Feng Jiuqing put on a gentle and harmless expression, pretending to have just woken up.

"No, Qingqing is just sleepy."

Mo Ling walked closer and scratched Feng Jiuqing's nose: "Really? I thought you had slept like a lazy pig."

"Ayan hasn't been back for several days. As soon as he came back, he said Qingqing was a pig. Humph! Qingqing is angry. The kind that can't be coaxed. She must be coaxed with hot pot, roast duck, and skewers." Feng Jiuqing turned his face away, looking angry.

Mo Ling laughed: "Is Qianyuan Palace short of food for you? Just tell the imperial kitchen what you want to eat. Come on, serve the food!"

Feng Jiuqing then looked back at Mo Ling's face and saw that he was no longer angry about the political affairs, so he felt relieved. He was not angry in the first place, he just wanted to make Mo Ling happy.

"That's pretty much it."

Feng Jiuqing took the initiative to lean on Mo Ling. Mo Ling touched his hair and asked softly, "What have you been doing these days, Qingqing?"

Feng Jiuqing thought for a while and said softly, "Sort out the harem's account books. Didn't Ayan want Qingqing to manage the harem? There are so many account books, and I haven't even finished reading them yet."

Mo Ling pinched Feng Jiuqing's face and said, "Why don't you just sleep here?"

Feng Jiuqing sat up straight, looked at Mo Ling in disbelief, and said, "Qingqing, can't you take a break? Ah Yan, you're acting like a crazy capitalist who wants to make his workers tremble!"

"What is a capitalist?" Mo Ling was playing with a strand of Feng Jiuqing's hair.

"Uh." Feng Jiuqing paused for a moment: "Anyway, you are the biggest capitalist in Dayue! You only know how to bully a weak and pitiful worker like me."

Mo Ling smiled and tapped Feng Jiuqing's forehead: "When have I ever bullied you?"

May I ask, have you bullied enough?

Feng Jiuqing curled his lips and said, "You dare not admit it, humph!"

Mo Ling continued to ask with great interest: "When did I do it? Why don't you tell me?"

Feng Jiuqing glared at Mo Ling, his cheeks flushed slightly: "Shameless!"

"Why am I shameless?" Mo Ling looked at Feng Jiuqing with deep eyes.

Feng Jiuqing turned his head away suddenly, and the tips of his ears turned slightly red: "Anyway, you are just shameless!"

Mo Ling turned Feng Jiuqing's face around and said, "Qingqing, this is slandering you, but since Qingqing has said it, wouldn't it be bad if I don't bully Qingqing a little?"

"What are you going to do?" Feng Jiuqing broke away from Mo Ling and looked at him warily.

Mo Ling smiled gently: "Of course, I will make Qingqing's slander come true."

Feng Jiuqing saw that the situation was not good and stood up to distance himself from Mo Ling: "In broad daylight, you can't do this!"