Quick Transmigration: After Villain Reaches Full Level

He received more scolding in the past two months than he received in a year.

The people finished scolding the minister.

The minister finished scolding the emperor.

His portfolios are almost full of dragon cases.

If it goes on like this, Zong Wu feels that his East Palace will be gone.

Hua Wu comforted him: It's okay, we will be able to lift the dragon case soon.

Zong Wu: ...

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Jiahe seventeen years, autumn.

King Jin was rewarded by the emperor because of the salt trader.

And the prince was punished by the emperor for his unfavorable work, and the East Palace was as deserted as a cold palace.

The prince seemed to have restrained himself because of this matter, and his next behavior was a lot more low-key.

Of course, this low-key is only compared with his previous style.

Compared to others, that's still...

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Jiahe eighteen years, autumn.

The emperor fell ill in early autumn and could not afford to be sick.

Doctors from all walks of life came to see him, but no one dared to say that he would make the emperor better.

The emperor's time is numbered.

The imperial city, which seems to be calm, is secretly turbulent.

The battle between the prince and King Jin has been completely on the bright side.

At this moment, someone suddenly came into Beijing, beating drums and complaining about grievances, suing the Linzhou salt merchants for killing people, colluding with local officials to oppress the salt farmers, and forcing them to death.

For some unknown reason, this matter suddenly became a big deal.

He also lost his life, so he couldn't hold back.

Then the people began to complain that the salt they bought was not as good as before, and it was much more expensive.

Today's salt industry is a real royal business, and this matter must be counted on the head of the royal family.

And this was done by King Jin...

It is definitely impossible for the salt merchants to directly hand over the family business in their hands.

Therefore, we can only cooperate with salt merchants to make these salt merchants real royal merchants.

The royal family stepped in, and the salt merchants' profits dwindled.

They can only get it back from elsewhere.

For example, buying at a low price, squeezing the salt farmers, and selling the adulterated material at a high price.

This is not a day or two.

It just wasn't as serious before.

The ordinary people at the bottom, knowing that they are not the opponents of these salt merchants, dare not sue at all.

In the Salt Merchant Association, several middle-aged men with potbellies were sitting around discussing countermeasures.

The supply in the imperial city is the best... How could there be impurities?

Before I came, I asked someone to buy some...it's really not right. One of the salt merchants took out a bag of salt and put it on the table, It's mixed with something.

After everyone read it in turn, the faces became even more ugly, Could it be that the person below sent it wrong?

At the feet of the emperor, they still dare not do such a thing blatantly.

But elsewhere... the sky is high and the emperor is far away.

As long as the local officials are bribed, no news can come out.

How could something so important go wrong... I feel like someone planned this!

How long have they been doing this?

When King Jin made this happen, no one dared to come forward and complain.

Why did it suddenly jump out now?

No one here is instructing, those people have such courage?

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Everyone looked at each other and thought about the recent court situation.

Don't worry, everyone, first inquire about the specific situation.

They thought there was still time.

But they did not expect that the development of this matter far exceeded their expectations.

The next day, a group of people jumped out and jointly sued them for their various evil deeds.

Everyone in this group has a point.

Some even have evidence.

The incident was so turbulent that the emperor sat up in shock from his dying illness, angrily scolding Queen Jin for fainting.

When the emperor woke up, he saw only the prince.

When the prince came out, there was an imperial decree in his hand, and he would thoroughly investigate the matter.

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into the night.

The dark pier, the shadows shaking.

Quick, get all these into the boat!

hurry up!

The man in charge kicked and beat the porter, berating him constantly.

One of the porters accidentally fell to the ground, the bag on his shoulder was cut by a sharp object next to him, and the contents were scattered all over the floor.

Damn, what are you doing!

The steward rushed over with just a few feet.

You can't do this little thing well, why don't you die!

What are you doing! What are you looking at, work!

The steward roared twice and found that none of these people moved.

With a flick of the whip in his hand, he swung it towards the nearest people.

However, the whip did not fall, but was pulled by a force.

The butler's body suddenly flew out and smashed into the pile of salt bags.

The salt bag rolled down and buried the steward in it.

From the crack in the salt bag, the steward saw a slender figure standing not far away.

The moonlight brushed over the hem of the clothes, with pale gold embroidery patterns, and the panic in the steward's heart began to spread.

Prince...

Catch them all.

Zong Wu's voice resounded through the night.

Forgive me...

Master, please forgive me.

They made us do this...

Begging for mercy echoed on the pier.

Others jumped into the water, trying to escape from the water.

Too bad he will be caught soon.

The noisy pier soon quieted down.

The book inspection lantern illuminated Zong Wu, Zong Wu used a dagger to open the salt bag and grabbed a handful from it.

These salts are mixed with white sand.

Mixed with white sand is good, and some are directly mixed with river sand and gravel.

Zong Wu clapped his hands, Ship them all back.

Yes.

Zong Wu's raid that night left those salt merchants with no time to deal with the evidence.

So the salt merchants were all sent to jail that night.

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Zong Wu was so busy with this matter that he did not return to the East Palace for several days.

After finally resting for a while, Zong Wu asked Jian Shu, What has the Crown Princess been doing these two days?

...I didn't do anything. Jian Shu said: Bathing in the sun, playing chess, drinking tea...

The tea in Zong Wu's hand suddenly became fragrant.

Zong Wu threw the teacup on the table, She really enjoys it.

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That's not.

His Royal Highness... Do you think the Crown Princess is... Jian Shu asked tentatively, What is she planning?

Zong Wu: ...

How does he know.

Jianshu: You said she was a spy, but for so long, she has done nothing to harm you except helping you. But you said she is not a spy, why has there been such a big change?

Zong Wu has been waiting for his crown princess to show her feet.

But she liked to give him advice all day long, urging him to quickly ascend to the throne.

Other than that, she doesn't do anything.

It seems that she really wants him to be the emperor, she wants to be the queen, and then give him a son to inherit the throne... I have a sick mind!

The number of guards in the East Palace has been increased recently, so that some people will not jump over the wall.

The case involved not only those salt dealers, but also many officials.

Wu He is staying in the East Palace. He will take care of him. Your Highness doesn't have to worry about the Crown Princess. Jian Shu felt that someone was really taking risks, and the unlucky one would not be the Crown Princess.

Zong Wu sneered, Who is worried about her?

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Aren't you worried about what the princess would do under martial law?

You are not in the East Palace. Except for the Crown Princess, the East Palace is an empty palace!

The inspection book did not dare to say, it can only be.