Action to Save Little White Flower [Quick Transmigration GL]

Is there anything more ironic than seeing a man who would kneel tremblingly in front of him because he broke a cup, but now he is kneeling as a sinner, holding up an imperial decree to declare his crime?

When Shen Qingrong was dragged down by the imperial guards for offending the imperial envoy, she felt her entire throat was burning hot.

"Shen Qingwei, how dare you, how dare you—"

She screamed, swearing hysterically, like a madman who had lost her mind.

Her throat was full of fishy sweetness, and her usually elegant and beautiful voice became broken, like an old erhu, making a hoarse and ugly voice.

Shen Qingwei, who was unfolding the edict, raised her eyes and looked at the person kneeling on the ground.

Everyone kneeling on the ground is, to some extent, her family.

Her stepmother, her younger siblings, and -- her father.

Looking past the puzzled and angry siblings, and the stepmother with ferocious face and vicious eyes, Shen Qingwei's eyes finally fell on the man who was kneeling at the front and the closest to her.

Shen Yihuan.

her father.

The prime minister of Daqing.

She had been looking forward to a man for more than ten years.

She once hoped that he would be like every ordinary father, holding her in his arms and holding it up high; she had longed for him to pat her head like he did Shen Qingrong, saying that Qingwei is really good. Great; she had imagined that on the day of her marriage, he would sit in the high hall, accept her and her future husband's kneeling with a smile on his face, and wish her a new life...

But at this moment, these hopes, these longings, and these fantasies all turned into bubbles the moment she stepped into Shen's house holding the imperial decree.

She remembered what the emperor had said when he summoned her alone last night.

At that time, she knelt on the ground, even though there was a layer of carpet, the chill of the bluestone tiles in winter still seeped into her knees through her clothes.

The emperor stood in front of him.

She heard him ask: "Shen Qingwei, what is your choice?"

Should he continue to be a member of the Shen family and use his meritorious service in investigating illegal salts to keep his own head, or should he abandon the Shen family, kill relatives righteously, and become a lonely minister in the hands of the emperor?

This is not a multiple-choice question at all - for Shen Qingwei, the previous option did not exist when she held the imperial edict that Zhao Xingyue handed to her.

She can hand over the things she has investigated to other people, and let others accept her meritorious deeds, but also erase the traces of righteousness and extermination for her, so that her conscience, no, no, to be precise, will change her reputation. look good.

But what's the point?

Even if there is no record in the history books that she has done such a thing after a thousand years, can she really pretend that nothing happened?

She can't.

She would rather have her spine poked in the history books, but also hold the emperor's imperial decree and come to the Shen residence to pronounce the fate of the Shen family.

When certain things are destined to be irreversible, maximizing benefits is the best choice.

Looking at her father, Shen Qingwei realized that the omnipotent man in her impression was actually very old.

When he bowed his head and knelt in front of her, she realized that he was not tall at all, he looked no different from those ordinary men outside.

His gray temples are the traces left by the years. Power did not allow him to receive preferential treatment from time. The old man who should come has never let him go because he controls the destiny of a country.

Shen Qingwei's hand holding the imperial decree was trembling, but she still unfolded it slowly - at a very slow but undeniable speed.

……

Zhao Xingyue had no doubt that Shen Qingwei would hate herself.

She knew Shen Qingwei well.

Even though the two had only been together for more than a year, she probably knew Shen Qingwei better than herself.

That was a soft-hearted kid.

Extreme lack of love and attention, that's why Zhao Xingyue was able to become the person she trusted and relied on in the shortest possible time.

For an old immortal who has lived for thousands of years, this is really not a means worth boasting about, it is just... a small use of people's hearts.

She didn't like to do it, but she had to.

A vague feeling was clamoring to tell her that if she wanted to change Shen Qingwei's fate, this was the best way.

From the root, cut off all connections between the evil spirit and her.

It's not impossible for her to teach Shen Qingwei how to be a woman, and let her fight Shen Qingrong to the death after she gets married, and play Shen Qingrong, who is an evil spirit, in the palm of her hand, but in this way, the Shen Qingwei she cultivated, and the new evil Ghosts make no difference.

It's not that she can't let other people deal with Shen Yihuan and the Shen family, but with Shen Qingwei's soft heart, she will definitely beg for mercy for Shen Xiang or the Shen family, even if it is Shen Qingrong, she probably hopes that the other party can live well—even No matter how bad his attitude towards her was.

"Aqin, do you think I'm too cruel?"

The maid who was asked paused, and then replied without hesitation: "No, Your Highness, you just know what to do is the best."

What is the best way to...

Zhao Xingyue curled the corners of her lips and looked out the window.

Today's weather is rare and clear, the sky is clear and clean, as if it has been washed.

The red plum blossoms outside the window are in full bloom, and the red petals fall with the wind, rise leisurely, and fall to the ground again.

Yes, she knows what to do for the best.

She never doubted this, even if Shen Qingwei hated her.

She took a petal that fell on her palm, curled up her fingers, and held it in her hand.

The soft petals are like the delicate lips of a girl, kissing her palm.

She sneered, feeling ridiculous at her unreasonable metaphor, and threw the petals away.

……

Not to mention Shen Yihuan's death sentence, it is more than enough to sentence him to the [-]th level of hell.

When these criminal evidences were thrown into the court by the dark-faced emperor, the whole court was almost in turmoil.

Moreover, not all of the evidence he revealed was part of the criminal evidence, which should not be made public because of the many suspicions.

At least not for now.

After all, even if it has been lurking for ten years, the huge power group established by Shen Yihuan cannot be completely disintegrated in a day or two. Although they can make the top group fall apart, they must ensure the normal operation of the lower group to maintain country's stability.

At this time, some things that are relatively insignificant appear less prominent.

Anyway, for an emperor who could endure for ten years before settling accounts later, it is not a big deal to endure for a few more years.

His lifespan is still long, and he still has a long time to sit on the throne. He has plenty of time and energy to deal with these people.

"The minister accepts the order."

Looking at her father's raised hand, Shen Qingwei took several breaths before she stabilized her trembling hand and handed out the imperial edict in her hand.

Just now, she announced the fate of Shen Yihuan and all the adult men of the Shen family, Ding Qiuwen, and the decree of all the females except her to be exiled for thousands of miles.

Someone sobbed, and Shen Qingwei saw that her younger brothers were already pale. Even the youngest brother, who was not yet ten years old, rolled his eyes in fright and knelt down on the ground after realizing what had happened. The aunt beside him fell into her arms.

And her formerly arrogant stepmother was leaning on her daughter, her eyes were tightly closed, and she had obviously passed out.

Seeing the ugliness of these people, she should have felt happy, just like when Zhao Xingyue vented her anger at the Mid-Autumn Festival dinner.

She should have felt it.

But at this moment, there was neither joy nor pain in her chest, only a huge sense of emptiness, as if her internal organs had been hollowed out by some monster, occupying her entire torso.

She didn't know how she got out of Prime Minister Shen's mansion, but when she regained consciousness, she was already standing outside the princess mansion.

The door opened slowly, and the silent servant hid aside after opening the door for her. What met her was the shadow wall behind the door. The phoenix hovering above the nine heavens looked down on her from above, as if mocking her innocence and cowardice.

She turned away.

"gone?"

"Yes."

"Send some gifts over there, let's say it's a gift to wish Mr. Shen the opening of the mansion."

……

The tunnel in the dungeon is deep and tortuous, and wailing and roaring come from the bottomless darkness.

The sound of the impact of iron chains, the sound of rats crawling, and the sound of rapid breathing became more and more clear after they really got close to this prison.

There was a rotten smell in the air, the jailer who opened the door for Shen Qingwei frowned, and said flatteringly: "Master Shen, the smell inside may not be very pleasant, please forgive me, forgive me."

Shen Qingwei nodded indifferently.

The jailer stepped aside to make way for her.

After she went in, the jailer locked the lock and said something offensive to her.

This is the celebrity next to the emperor and the eldest princess, and he must not be offended.

Who would have imagined that a woman, a young girl, could gain the attention of the emperor and the eldest princess, travel thousands of miles away alone, search for evidence of her father's crimes, and then present it in the court to become the one who brought down the prime minister? The last straw.

Shen Qingwei walked nonchalantly through one cage after another, ignoring the hideous and crazy people who rushed towards her one after another.

It seemed that she couldn't hear their roars, nor could she see their horror, her steps were always unhurried, calm and steady.

She came to an end.

Hearing footsteps, the person lying on the bed moved slightly.

Shen Qingwei put her hand on the railing and called out, "Father."