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

King Zhao seemed a little confused. He looked at Mo Ling carefully. After confirming that Mo Ling was not injured, he asked, "Who is so bold as to assassinate Ah Ling?"

Mo Ling still showed no emotion: "Uncle, have you forgotten that your guards tried to assassinate me at the palace gate? They also kidnapped my beauty."

Prince Zhao shook his head violently, his eyes full of panic: "It's not me! Those people are the guards that the housekeeper just recruited into the palace. I have hardly seen them!"

"So, the palace guards' assassination attempt on me has nothing to do with my uncle?"

King Zhao nodded quickly: "Yes, it has nothing to do with me! How could I hurt A Ling again?"

Mo Ling continued to ask, "It was also that night that I was assassinated in the inner courtyard of the palace. Didn't it have anything to do with the emperor's uncle?"

"Assassination in the inner courtyard," King Zhao looked puzzled: "A Ling was assassinated in the inner courtyard?"

Mo Ling glanced at Prince Zhao calmly: "Why else do you think I left? Is it really because the bed in the palace is not soft enough?"

Prince Zhao was obviously confused. He really seemed to be unaware that Mo Ling had been assassinated in the palace.

"How is it possible? How could he be assassinated in the inner courtyard of the palace?"

Mo Ling stood up and said, "Uncle, you don't believe me? If I'm not mistaken, the assassin's body should not have been taken out of the palace yet. Uncle, why don't you go and confront the assassin?"

King Zhao sat down on the ground with a thud, muttering, "How is this possible? How is this possible?"

After a while, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Mo Ling: "After that bowl of poison more than ten years ago, I have always felt sorry for you. I live in guilt every day and atone for my sins every day. How could I possibly hurt you again, Ah Ling?"

"Besides, this is my palace. If anything happens to you here, I will be the first person to be suspected. How could I do something that would not benefit you or me at all?"

Mo Ling's black eyes became deeper and deeper. "It sounds reasonable, but my uncle, when I was assassinated in the inner courtyard, where did your guards go? Why didn't anyone show up? The noise was so obvious in the middle of the night, and when I was about to leave Prince Zhao's mansion, you showed up with a large number of guards."

King Zhao looked at a loss: "I don't know! I really don't know! It has nothing to do with me! Ah Ling, those who assassinated you really have nothing to do with me! Believe me."

"Okay!" Mo Ling said aggressively, "I believe that the assassination has nothing to do with you, but what about Xitai Tower? You opened Xitai Tower, so does it have nothing to do with you?"

The King of Zhao asked in confusion, "What happened to Xitai Tower?"

Mo Ling's eyes flashed with disgust: "What's under Xitai Tower? Don't tell me you don't know."

"Those were bought by Lou Xinyu from a broker. Even though it's a flesh trade, it's not illegal. Is this not okay?" King Zhao asked blankly.

"You bought her! You forced her to buy and sell her! If any girl is a little pretty, you would snatch her away for a few taels of silver. When she went to file a complaint, you beat her out. You are a prince, how can a commoner file a complaint against you?"

King Zhao's face looked unhappy and his eyes were evasive. It was obvious that he knew about these things.

"Then you send the trained girls to the capital to open up your network of connections, and then officials protect each other and form cliques. You have so many officials colluding with each other, are you planning a rebellion?"

Mo Ling's voice was cold, mixed with overwhelming anger.

"No! I definitely don't have the intention to rebel! I did send a few people to the capital, but it's just a few people. That can't be considered a rebellion, right?"

King Zhao's voice trembled a little, as if he was frightened by Mo Ling.

"Several people?"

"Oh!"

Mo Ling threw down a booklet and said, "Open your eyes and take a good look. There are hundreds of officials from the capital on only half of the account books. Are these the few people you mentioned? If you send a few more people, I'm afraid my court will all belong to you, King Zhao!"

King Zhao picked it up and opened it. The densely packed names on it made his eyes hurt. "That's not true! Ah Ling, I really only gave it to a few people, the Minister of Personnel, the Duke of Korea, and the Left Prime Minister, but the Prime Minister confiscated it, and then I gave it to his son. The others were really not given by me!"

Mo Ling sighed softly: "Uncle, you still won't tell me until now? Then don't blame me for not thinking about the relationship between uncle and nephew and sending you to the Imperial Prison."

"Uncle, this is your last chance. I'll give you one day to think about the huge amount of wealth you amassed while building Xitai Tower, as well as the list of people you sent out. You'd better think it through and write it down in a memorial to me, otherwise I will have to handle the case according to the law."

After saying that, Mo Ling turned away, leaving King Zhao standing there in a daze.

Mo Ling did not go back, but summoned the secret guards. The secret letter that appeared in Feng Jiuqing's hand yesterday appeared in Mo Ling's hand intact.

"Feihua Tower, it seems that the person behind the scenes has great ambitions. Not only does he control the treasury of Xitai Tower, but he also has Feihua Tower, a martial arts sect. Arrange people to closely monitor Feihua Tower, and then spread the news that I don't like Feihua Tower and want to send troops to encircle and suppress it."

"Yes."

After the secret guards took orders and left, Mo Ling sat alone on a tall building, overlooking the river. Although many officials in Jiangning were imprisoned, it still did not affect the busy streets. On the contrary, it was more prosperous than when he first arrived.

A few days later, the King of Zhao was finally imprisoned, and Yi Chou personally led people to transport the people in the King of Zhao's mansion back to the capital. The officials of Jiangning Prefecture were also dismissed from their posts, exiled, or beheaded.

The splashes caused by the stone falling into the Jiangning River finally calmed down. The people of Jiangning no longer had to worry about their daughters being kidnapped. Xitai Tower became a real restaurant and its name was changed to Jiuxiang Tower.

Only those young and crazy women in the farm outside the city have not yet walked out of the cage of Xitai Tower.

It was late at night, but Feng Jiuqing had slept for a long time during the day, so he was still very energetic and insisted on going up to the roof to look at the stars.

As a result, when I just reached the roof, I found that the entire night sky was filled with stars, twinkling, which made people feel inexplicably peaceful.

Mo Ling reeked of alcohol, and there were several jars of wine beside him. It was obvious that he had been on the roof for a long time.

"How did you come?"

Feng Jiuqing smiled and sat next to Mo Ling: "I came to accompany you. Why did you drink so much? Are you unhappy?"

“What is happiness and what is unhappiness?”

Mo Ling seemed drunk, his voice was a little hoarse, if he was sober, he would never say such words.

Feng Jiuqing took the jar of wine from Mo Ling's hand and drank it to his heart's content.

“I am happy because I want to drink, and I drink because I want to share with others.”

"When I'm unhappy, I drink alone."