The legitimate daughter becomes cannon fodder? Rebirth to overthrow the system's fatality

Since the failure of the night attack on the prime minister's residence, the following few days were peaceful.

Cheng Jiuyuan knew that this was just the calm before the storm.

Because Cheng Jiuyuan did not go to the Wei family to apologize, Cheng Zongyang's attitude towards Cheng Jiuyuan became much colder.

Cheng Jiuyuan was disdainful in his heart. In Jiang Shiyuan's era, this was called cold violence.

But who cares?

Cheng Zongyang thought that Cheng Jiuyuan would understand his obvious attitude.

But after a few days, Cheng Jiuyuan just did what he had to do. He greeted people when they needed to and called people when they needed to, without any awkwardness.

Lin saw everything and frowned, saying, "You are worse than a child, so petty."

"Am I being petty? If she still has me as her father, she should do what I say."

Lin handed her son to the wet nurse and started making clothes for the child with needle and thread.

"You, you've become the prime minister, but you're still afraid of this and that. Yuan'er didn't go to the Wei family, and everything has been fine until now."

"Of course you are all fine in the palace, but I am sad in the court."

Lin frowned: "What? Did the Wei family embarrass you in the court?"

Cheng Zongyang sighed and said nothing more.

Lin stopped what he was doing. It seemed that the Wei family was putting pressure on him. No wonder he had been frowning every time he returned home in the past two days.

Lin arrived at Feiyuan Pavilion and mentioned the matter to Cheng Jiuyuan.

Cheng Jiuyuan just smiled calmly: "Don't worry, mother, this matter will be over soon."

Lin's eyes were full of confusion. "How can we get through? Unless Wei Pianpian can get better, or Wei Tiankuang leaves Beijing."

Cheng Jiuyuan smiled gently, with a profound look in his eyes.

Wei Tiankuang will not leave Beijing, and he cannot leave.

In the afternoon, Cheng Jiuyuan watched the servants loading the holiday gifts into the car.

"Second Miss, we'll leave first."

"Thank you very much."

Watching the carriage leave, Cheng Jiuyuan turned and walked towards the mansion.

"It hasn't snowed for two days in a row. If it weren't for the New Year yet, I would have thought it was spring." Song Lan said in a cheerful voice.

Cheng Jiuyuan looked up and saw the sunlight filling the yard.

It was almost New Year, and the mansion had replaced a batch of new seasonal flowers and plants. When the wind blew, the flowers in the yard swayed.

"If the sun doesn't come out, I feel like I'm going to get moldy and grow mushrooms."

"Yes, the sky is going to clear up."

Some truths should be made public.

……

As soon as the sky began to turn pale, all the officials were already dressed and ready to go to court.

The wind was cold and the streets were empty, with only the sound of horse hooves and wheels breaking the silence.

At the palace gate, officials greeted each other.

"Good morning, Master Zhang."

"Good morning, today is finally not colder than the previous few days."

"Yeah yeah……"

The hall was brightly lit, and Emperor Zhaolie sat high on the dragon throne. Even though he had gotten up early, his face was full of majesty.

As the eunuchs shouted "If you have something to say, please report it. If you don't, please leave the court", the ministers came forward one after another to state their political views. For a while, there was endless debate in the court and the atmosphere was tense.

When Emperor Zhaolie felt dizzy and was about to speak, a heavy "dong dong" sound came from outside the palace.

One sound after another struck people's hearts, as if even the entire palace was shaking.

“The Dengwen drum! The Dengwen drum sounded!”

There are two places for Dengwen Drum in Dongling. One is in the procuratorate. If the people have grievances, they can beat the drum to seek justice after voluntarily accepting a beating.

If someone still wants to appeal after being beaten to a pulp, it means that the injustice is serious.

Another place was set up outside the Meridian Gate. Although people could beat drums to appeal for justice without being beaten, no one dared to file a complaint to the emperor unless the injustice was extremely serious.

The sound of the drums was so loud that it shook the heavens, and all the concubines in the harem could hear it.

The queen sat up from the chaise longue and asked, "What happened?"

The maid came in from outside and said, "Madam, someone is beating the drum to report the incident."

The queen narrowed her eyes: "Yes, this sound..." is exactly the same as when Lin Nanyin beat the Dengwen drum more than ten years ago.

"Go and find out who is beating the drum to complain? What's the reason?"

"Yes."

In the palace of Concubine Xian, drums sounded and she cut off the branches with a pair of scissors.

She picked up the broken branches and whispered, "It's begun."

Outside the Meridian Gate, ten beggar-like people surrounded the Dengwen Drum. Among them, an old man swung his arms and hit the drumhead with the drumstick with all his strength.

Soon, a group of soldiers came over and tried to snatch the drumstick.

"Who are you suing? Do you have a complaint?"

"I don't trust any of you. I want to see the emperor!" the old man shouted, and then hit the drum again and again.

The leader of the officers and soldiers frowned and immediately stepped forward to grab the drumstick: "What are you doing? Are you going to hit the Dengwen drum randomly? Arrest him!"

A group of people shouted towards the palace at the top of their lungs: "Your Majesty! The common people have been wronged!"

"emperor!"

Just as this team of soldiers had controlled the group of people and were about to drag them away, Chu Ze came over with another team of soldiers.

"stop!"

"Your Highness, Prince Rui, these are just a bunch of troublemakers..."

"Whether you are causing trouble or not, we will know after we see the emperor. Take him away!"

Chu Ze waved his hand, and Haobai and Foshou behind him stepped forward, pushed aside the soldiers, and entered the palace gate with a group of civilians.

All the officials were talking about it and turned their heads towards the palace entrance.

The Meridian Gate Drum had not been sounded for more than ten years. The last time it was struck was by the late empress on behalf of the late crown prince.

Chu Heng lowered his eyes and clenched his hands in his sleeves.

Mother, brother, please watch over here.

At this time, the prince was still looking at the palace entrance with interest. He whispered to Chu Heng, "Hey, who is so bold as to beat the drum?"

Chu Heng curled his lips: "You'll know in a moment."

Wei Tiankuang frowned.

Just now, Chu Ze was so active in picking up the person seeking justice, and the prince even condescended to go and pick him up. Who was he and who was he coming for?

Not long after, everyone saw Chu Ze leading a group of ragged people into the hall.

Everything before them was so magnificent, majestic and sacred that more than a dozen people knelt on the ground and cried bitterly.

"Your Majesty! I finally get to see your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty, please help me! Wuwuwu..."

The crying sound was really sad.

Emperor Zhaolie frowned: "Who are you? What grievances have you committed?"

The old man in the lead bowed his head deeply and said, "I am Jiang Zhengyue, the village chief of Lingxi Village in Weizhou. These are the few villagers who survived in Lingxi Village."

As soon as the word "Weizhou" came out, Wei Tiankuang's expression suddenly changed.

"I am... a deserter from the Wei family army."

Everyone's eyes fell on Wei Tiankuang.

"The three of us are the tribal leaders of Juque."

Wei Tiankuang opened his eyes wide and clenched his hands tightly.

The leader of Juque... is still alive.

Jiang Xiubai!

All the ministers were puzzled. What kind of injustice could bring together these three groups of people with very different identities?

Jiang Zhengyue took out a fairly neat complaint from his sleeve, raised it above his head and shouted, "I want to sue Wei Tiankuang!"