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

Before the carriage arrived at Tong Mansion, Li Shiliu saw the former Yueguo Mansion from afar through the curtains of the carriage. Now, a large group of people gathered at the gate of Tong Mansion to watch the fun.

There were constant whispers among the crowd: "What happened to the Duke Yue's mansion? Why are the runners from the Dali Temple and the imperial guards all here together..."

"I saw it all. The leader was the living devil, Dali Temple Minister Meng Qisui. No matter who it is, if they fall into the hands of this evil dog in the court, they will be skinned alive if they don't die."

"That's right. Besides, besides the people from the Dali Temple, there are also guards with swords in front of the emperor. It seems that this matter must be very serious..."

"that is……"

"..."

Meng Qisui, dressed in the official uniform of the Dali Temple, came here for the second time today. Ignoring Tong Guoan, his predecessor, the Duke of Yue, who seemed to wish he could eat him alive, Meng Qisui raised his head with a sneer and glanced at the plaque of the Duke of Yue's Mansion hanging high up.

With a slight wave of his hand, the well-trained Dali Temple runners quickly stood in two rows, separating the onlookers nearby.

"The Dali Temple is investigating a case. All outsiders please leave immediately!"

The tall and strong warden of the Dali Temple shouted loudly like thunder.

"Master Tong, please."

Since he is no longer the Nine Gates Commander, Meng Qisui simply calls him Master Tong because Tong Guoan is the emperor's uncle.

"Humph……"

Tong Guoan snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, and walked straight to his house without saying anything.

"Lord Meng..."

When Meng Qisui was about to go in, he heard Li Shiliu's voice and immediately stopped.

Seeing Li Shiliu getting off the carriage, Meng Qisui, who usually kept people at a distance, rarely curled the corners of his mouth and revealed a faint smile.

"Princess Sheng An..."

"Master Meng, what is this?"

“Your Majesty, the Dali Temple is handling the case of Li’s mother and son. The criminals have been locked up in the Dali Temple dungeon. We need to send someone to search the Tong Mansion for evidence.

Please rest assured, my lady. I have already told my men not to disturb the old lady in the mansion, nor will I disturb the lady. "

"Thank you, Lord Meng. I will not hinder you from doing your job."

Meng Qisui looked at Li Shiliu with a hint of smile in his eyes. He knew that Li Shiliu was a great contributor to the case of Li's mother and son, so there was no need to hide it.

As they were talking, Li Shiliu and Meng Qisui walked into the gate of the former Yueguo Mansion together. Instead, Tong Wenjie, the former prince of Yueguo Mansion, was left alone.

Tong Wenjie, who was ignored by everyone, gritted his teeth and followed him in.

As soon as Tong Wenjie stepped through the gate, the first thing that greeted him was a wooden stick as thick as a bowl and the roar from his father Tong Guoan.

He watched helplessly as the wooden stick, as thick as a bowl, hit the frightened Tong Wenjie on the head with a thud, and then fell to the ground.

Tong Guoan, with red eyes and angry hair, had been feeling annoyed, regretful, and angry since he came out of the emperor's study.

When his son Tong Wenjie, whom he had always disliked, appeared in front of him, all his negative emotions found an outlet in an instant.

"Tong Wenjie, you beast, you unfilial son, you actually have the nerve to come back, I will beat you to death, you are an unfilial father, a rebellious son who doesn't love his brothers."