Save the villain and become the villain [Quick Wear]

The influence of the Three Kings was widespread throughout the court and the country. If Xiao Jinglu regained power, there would inevitably be bloodshed in the court, and the gates of the capital were also placed under martial law.

The Yue family, the maternal family of Concubine Yue, had lost half of their power at the hands of Prince Qi and the Queen Mother, and the remaining half was now in the hands of Xiao Jinglu.

Among the three kings, in addition to the Wen family who had their entire clan exterminated, several ministers who were too deeply involved with them or who refused to repent were sentenced to have their entire clans executed.

Prime Minister Rong Zhu was one of them.

After his thundering measures, Xiao Jinglu began to soften his stance.

People like the Taifu, who had not committed any serious crime from a legal perspective and were capable, would be demoted and then reassigned to new positions.

Some of those who were coerced into helping the three kings should be punished, beaten, or copied according to the crimes they committed and their current attitudes, or be retained in their positions to see how they react in the future.

He planned to rectify all corrupt officials from top to bottom, and simply fight poison with poison, and let these people lead others to investigate.

Qi Yang, Fan Wushang, Cao Zicheng and other ministers who supported the emperor were rewarded and given important positions.

Fan Wushang and his younger brother Fan Wuyou decided to retire at the right time.

The Fan family is now at its peak.

The adopted son is now the prime minister, the head of all officials, and also serves as the emperor's teacher, and is in the limelight. The biological son Fan Xiujie stayed in the army, and saw that the emperor was going to use him, and the nephew Fan Xiude was promoted directly from the junior official of the Dali Temple to the minister of the Ministry of Justice.

For the sake of future generations, he and his brother have now fulfilled their long-cherished wish, and it is time for them to step down.

Xiao Jinglu refused three times before reluctantly accepting the resignation letters from the Fan Wushang brothers.

After observing for half a month and confirming that Xiao Jinglu had become a mature emperor who would not act on impulse, Qi Yang returned home with the sacrifices.

Fan Wushang missed his old friend, and he was free, so he set off together, and Zishan followed.

Xiao Jinglu sent a team of imperial guards to escort them, and personally sent them out of the city gate. The look he gave Qi Yang was full of resentment.

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Fifteen years have passed since the incident in the Ji family.

A group of well-dressed and elegant people suddenly came to the peaceful Qingshi City, arousing the curiosity of the people.

Now that the emperor has reduced taxes and is said to be catching corrupt officials, the county magistrate and his lackeys have all kept a low profile. Their lives have become much better, otherwise they would not have the leisure to watch the fun.

Among the three horses in the front, the young man was in a purple shirt, and it was difficult to tell whether he was a male or a female. He looked very lively while talking and laughing. The young man was in a plain white shirt, and he looked like a banished immortal with a majestic bearing. The middle-aged man was full of the spirit of war and iron horses, and he was as powerful as a tiger, and he was intimidating without even getting angry.

Behind the young man Ma was a man who was tied up and dragged along the way. He looked horrible and his cries were weak. However, in contrast to the other people in the group who looked so righteous, the onlookers couldn't help but think that the man must have done something unscrupulous.

Further behind them, among the dozens of people who looked like guards, were ten carts filled with various sacrificial items, including some strange clay statues of people.

They were curious about where this group of nobles were going, and then they saw them all the way to the bamboo forest in the south of the city. The expressions of several of them changed slightly.

Qi Yang, Fan Wushang and Zishan dismounted, and the imperial guards followed them into the forest carrying the sacrificial offerings. After about twenty or thirty steps, they saw an open space full of raised earthen mounds.

Seeing this, Zishan was stunned, the smile on his face disappeared instantly, and he stood obediently behind Qi Yang, tugging at his clothes nervously.

Fan Wushang's heart trembled, and he asked in a trembling voice: "These are..."

Qi Yang responded softly, then suddenly pulled the rope in his hand, and the murderer who caused all this slid to the nearest mound along the mud and rocks on the ground.

Qi Yang grabbed him by the collar and made him kneel down, then he said to Fan Wushang: "Back then, perhaps the people were afraid that this guy would come back and make the 112 souls of my family restless, so they didn't erect a monument for us."

When Fan Wushang heard him say this, his heart ached.

"I should have been among them. Cheng Linyin is the son of the housekeeper Cheng Bo, only four months older than me. He just happened to come to play at the time, but he suffered this unprovoked disaster and died at the hands of the traitor for me."

Qi Yang lowered his eyes, and wound the rope around the butcher's neck. His voice was filled with hatred, light and dangerous: "Yue Jian, how are you going to compensate for these 112 lives?"

Yue Jian shook his head, tears streaming down his face, and begged for mercy incoherently: "I was just following the orders of the patriarch, what can I do? It's all Yue Nian's fault, you can blame him if you want to."

Qi Yang tightened the rope suddenly, watching as his breathing became increasingly difficult and he could not make a sound. A sinister look emerged on his fair face.

He said word by word: "I don't like this answer."

He stretched out his hand to the side, and a guard handed him a butcher knife.

Qi Yang held the knife against Yue Jian's neck and slowly stood up, his eyes drooping, filled with murderous intent, cold and ruthless.

The latter kept shaking his head and opening his mouth wide like a stranded fish, but he couldn't utter a word.

"It's been fifteen years. You should go down and apologize to them."

Without blinking, he swung his knife at the ugly head. Blood splattered everywhere and Qi Yang did not dodge at all.

The white clothes were stained with large patches of scarlet, and a few streaks were splashed on his face, making him look like a Shura from hell.

He dropped the butcher knife, wiped the warmth from the corners of his eyes, picked up the head that had died with its eyes open, turned around, shook his sleeves, and said sternly: "Set up the altar, and I will offer sacrifices to my ancestors today."

The imperial guards immediately arranged themselves in an orderly manner, leaving a space in the middle and placing Yue Jian's head on it.

Zishan came over with a handkerchief dipped in water to wipe his face, and angrily kicked the headless corpse: "Asshole, it's too easy for him to die so easily."

Finally, some people reacted. One of the old men came over with the help of the young man beside him. After being stopped by the imperial guards, he just looked at Qi Yang with his eyes that seemed to be filled with old tears, and asked in a trembling voice: "Are you, Young Master Chongyang?"

Qi Yang's pupils shrank slightly, and his eyes showed surprise, but his memories before the age of seven had been covered by blood, and he couldn't remember who the old man in front of him was.

He signaled the imperial guards to let them in and asked hesitantly, "Who are you?"

When the old man saw that it was indeed him, a look of joy appeared on his face, but when he glanced at the piles of graves of varying sizes, he felt sad.

"Young Master, you used to love coming to my house to pick plums. You called me Grandpa Plum."

The blood mist in his memory dissipated a little, and certain details emerged in his mind. Qi Yang was suddenly stunned, the murderous aura in his eyes dissipated, and he looked a little helpless. He secretly rubbed his hands on Zishan's body, trying to wipe the blood off his hands.

That year, Ji Chongyang hid in a secret room for three days. When he came out, he was dizzy and hungry. While looking for his parents' bodies, he found two baked cakes and several plums.

"You...know that I'm still alive?"

The old man kept staring at him, his eyes full of kindness and sadness: "Many of us know, but we dare not say it, nor do we dare to ask for help. Lord Ji has been so kind to us, but we can't even protect you, young master. We are really ashamed."

"No, if it weren't for the food you left behind, I would have starved to death long ago. Grandpa Li, I also want to thank you for helping me bury my family." Qi Yang looked at the other people not far away and bowed solemnly to Grandpa Li and them.

"No, young master, no, no."

After a struggle, a few more people came closer. They couldn't help but ask him what had happened over the years. Qi Yang said a few simple words and refused to elaborate, so they didn't continue asking.