Rebirth of the High Family's Beloved

However, the first problem that needs to be solved right now is Hua Ci Shu’s exile.

There are only a few days left before the day of exile.

Emperor Tianqing has already issued the imperial decree, and there is no reason to revoke it.

Moreover, given Hua Ci Shu's temperament, since he had taken all the blame in the first place, he naturally would not repent.

However, since they already knew that this was a trap set by Shen Zhaoyan for Hua Cishu and even the Hua family, simply exiling Hua Cishu was definitely not the result they wanted.

The road of exile is long, and there are many accidents along the way. If Hua Cishu is allowed to be exiled to southern Fujian, he may never return.

It was obviously impossible to persuade Hua Cishu to escape from prison.

He was a brave man throughout his life and had never been a deserter. Moreover, if he escaped from prison, his life would be ruined.

But Yan Ci would never watch his brother die.

While they were thinking, they heard footsteps outside and all three of them looked over vigilantly.

It was the officer from before.

He walked to the cell door and bowed, "It's time, please go back."

Xie Chengyin and Yan Ci looked at each other and then looked at the Hua Ci tree together.

Yan Ci said: "General Hua, you must be careful on the road to exile."

Hua Cishu nodded, turned around and sat back down beside the bed without saying another word.

Yan Ci and Xie Chengyin followed the officers out of the cell.

Their coming today finally confirmed Shen Zhaoyan's opposing identity.

In the past, I thought that the Xiao family attacked the Yongding Marquis Mansion in order to help him ascend the throne. But now it seems that he is the most ruthless one.

And his plan was clear and definite from the very beginning.

Although the prince is weak and unable to govern, the Hua family is a strong support behind him. As long as the Hua family is destroyed, even if the prince recovers, he will not have the strength to compete with him.

In this life, the prince's health has indeed improved, but the Hua family has also suffered from Shen Zhaoyan's evil hands. Although it is not as tragic as in the previous life, if they had not noticed it earlier, they would still have ended up with the same ending.

After leaving the Dali Temple, Yan Ci lowered his head and remained silent.

Xie Chengyin patted her head and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Yan Ci raised his head and glanced at Xie Chengyin, "I think we still can't let my brother be exiled."

"You want to go to His Majesty and plead for mercy?"

Yan Ci shook his head. "What's the point of pleading with His Majesty? We have no evidence. Do you think your life is too long to frame the prince without any evidence?"

"So what solution have you come up with?"

Yan Ci's eyes were still bright in the dark night, "We can intercept them halfway!"

Xie Chengyin showed a surprised expression, "Even if the emperor is far away, whether the person was lost or died on the way to exile, my uncle the emperor is not stupid, he can't be unaware of this."

"Of course. But there are ways to intercept people."

Xie Chengyin said nothing, but listened attentively to Yan Ci's detailed explanation.

Yan Ci continued, "With Shen Zhaoyan's methods, even though my brother was exiled, he would not feel at ease about him. He would never let my brother reach southern Fujian smoothly, because in his heart, only dead people are the safest. We can just wait for him to take action and take my brother away."

"Are you planning to let Shen Zhaoyan take the blame?"

"That's right! And I promise that he won't say a word in front of your majesty. Not only that, he will help cover it up."

Xie Chengyin listened, and although he did not refute, his brows were furrowed.

"Your method is feasible in theory, but will Hua Ci Shu go with you? Even if he does, where will you take him? Hide him and never see anyone again?"

"Of course not. My brother is a man who wants to achieve great things. It would be better for him to die than to hide for a lifetime. This is only temporary. I will find a way to let my brother come back openly. But he must live first to have a future."

"alright."

Xie Chengyin sighed in the dark night. Yan Ci had made up his mind. It was useless for him to persuade her any more. All he had to do was to try his best to help her.

After all, two people can always provide more solutions than one person.

Two cobblers are still better than half a Zhuge Liang.

When Yan Ci returned to the Yan Mansion, Chunzhi was sleeping soundly. Perhaps because the pillow was too high and hurt her neck, her loud snoring even covered up the creaking sound of Yan Ci pushing the door.

Xie Chengyin squatted on the wall and watched Yan Ci return to the house safely, then he jumped off the wall and went back to his home.

He now found that he was becoming more and more adept at climbing walls and was beginning to feel uncomfortable going through the main door.

In September of the twenty-third year of Tianqing, the hot summer had not yet completely passed, and the occasional hot days still made people sweat profusely.

But autumn has come quietly.

Hua Cishu was brought out of the Dali Temple prison. Dali Temple Minister Yuan Pingjun and Dali Temple Junior Minister Zhang Yang watched Hua Cishu leave at the door.

A group of five or six people gradually went away. Yuan Pingjun wiped the sweat from his head and couldn't help but look up at the not-so-hot sun.

What a horrible weather! It’s been cloudy for several days in a row. It’s neither raining nor sunny. It makes me feel stuffy and irritable.

In September of the twenty-third year of Tianqing, the hot summer had not yet completely passed, and the occasional hot days still made people sweat profusely.

But autumn has come quietly.

Hua Cishu was brought out of the Dali Temple prison. Dali Temple Minister Yuan Pingjun and Dali Temple Junior Minister Zhang Yang watched Hua Cishu leave at the door.

A group of five or six people gradually went away. Yuan Pingjun wiped the sweat from his head and couldn't help but look up at the not-so-hot sun.

What a horrible weather! It’s been cloudy for several days in a row. It’s neither raining nor sunny. It makes me feel stuffy and irritable.

In September of the twenty-third year of Tianqing, the hot summer had not yet completely passed, and the occasional hot days still made people sweat profusely.

But autumn has come quietly.

Hua Cishu was brought out of the Dali Temple prison. Dali Temple Minister Yuan Pingjun and Dali Temple Junior Minister Zhang Yang watched Hua Cishu leave at the door.

A group of five or six people gradually went away. Yuan Pingjun wiped the sweat from his head and couldn't help but look up at the not-so-hot sun.

What a horrible weather! It’s been cloudy for several days in a row. It’s neither raining nor sunny. It makes me feel stuffy and irritable.

In September of the twenty-third year of Tianqing, the hot summer had not yet completely passed, and the occasional hot days still made people sweat profusely.

But autumn has come quietly.

Hua Cishu was brought out of the Dali Temple prison. Dali Temple Minister Yuan Pingjun and Dali Temple Junior Minister Zhang Yang watched Hua Cishu leave at the door.

A group of five or six people gradually went away. Yuan Pingjun wiped the sweat from his head and couldn't help but look up at the not-so-hot sun.

What a horrible weather! It’s been cloudy for several days in a row. It’s neither raining nor sunny. It makes me feel stuffy and irritable.

In September of the twenty-third year of Tianqing, the hot summer had not yet completely passed, and the occasional hot days still made people sweat profusely.

But autumn has come quietly.

Hua Cishu was brought out of the Dali Temple prison. Dali Temple Minister Yuan Pingjun and Dali Temple Junior Minister Zhang Yang watched Hua Cishu leave at the door.

A group of five or six people gradually went away. Yuan Pingjun wiped the sweat from his head and couldn't help looking up at the place that was not hot.