After I killed him for 9,000 years, he was reborn.

In the majestic imperial palace, it was rare for the imperial study to be so noisy, as lively as a vegetable market.

After Li Shiliu and Tong Wenjie hurriedly arranged for Du Sanniang's coffin to continue to be kept in the mansion, they hurried to the imperial study.

As soon as they stepped into the door of the imperial study, they found that there were quite a lot of people there.

The Nine Gates Admiral Tong Guoan was covered in dust and had no time to change his clothes. He stood aside, protecting his concubine Li Yue'er, whose legs were shaking with fear, and his ignorant son Tong Wencai, like a hen protecting her cubs.

On the other side were the Dali Temple Minister Meng Qisui, the Yuan capital city's prefect Lu, and Nanyang Yao.

The two sides have clear boundaries and distinct positions.

As soon as Tong Guoan saw Emperor Jiade, he immediately knelt down with Li Yue'er and Tong Wencai.

His voice was trembling and full of pleading: "Your Majesty, please make a decision for me!

My first wife, Du Sanniang, passed away due to illness a few days ago. Her funeral was supposed to be held today.

A funeral is currently being held at home, and I hurried back to Yuanjing City after receiving the news.

I didn't expect that as soon as I stepped into the gate of my own house, I saw that mad dog Meng Qisui arresting people in my house.

Even if they are from the Dali Temple, they cannot just come and arrest people when the master is holding a funeral. This is disrespectful to the deceased. You have to make the decision for me, Your Majesty."

When talking about the sad and angry things, Tong Guoan pointed at Meng Qisui angrily.

Even though someone was complaining about him in front of the emperor, Meng Qisui still had a cold look on his face, not even frowning.

"How dare you, Tong Guoan! You are a high-ranking official, the governor of the Nine Gates, yet you are so vulgar in front of me. What is a mad dog?

Even if Dali Temple Minister Meng Qisui is a mad dog, he is still my dog. When beating a dog, one has to look at its owner first.

You are making indirect accusations, are you dissatisfied with me?"

The words of Emperor Jiade were obviously filled with displeasure. Tong Guoan panicked and had a bad premonition, so he immediately lowered his noble head.

"Your Majesty, calm down! Your Majesty, calm down! I dare not, I dare not!"

Tong Guoan kowtowed repeatedly to admit his mistakes. His forehead made a crisp sound when it hit the cold and hard ground, and soon became red and swollen.

"Huh! Don't dare?

I think you are very daring!

Didn't you just say that my Dali Temple Minister is a mad dog? Why don't you dare to say it now? "

Emperor Jiade sneered, and the coldness in his tone became more and more obvious.

"Your Majesty, please spare me, Your Majesty, please spare me! I was confused for a moment and said the wrong thing. Please forgive me, Your Majesty! Please forgive me, Your Majesty!"

Tong Guoan turned pale with fright. He knew that what he had just said was a big mistake. If he didn't admit his mistake quickly, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to argue with you.

But you must also remember that Meng Qisui is my subject, and everything he does is for the court and the people.

If I hear you slandering my loyal ministers and generals again, I will never forgive you even if you are my uncle!"

Emperor Jiade waved his hand and signaled Tong Guoan to stand up.

Tong Guoan felt as if he had been pardoned. He quickly thanked the emperor and stood up, but the cold sweat on his forehead could not stop flowing.

He secretly regretted in his heart how could he be so impulsive and say something wrong in front of the emperor.

Meng Qisui, who was standing aside, still had a blank expression on his face, as if what had just happened had nothing to do with him.

"Meng Qisui, tell me, what exactly is going on?"