0p0 Chapter 962 [Ashes of Love: Red Mansion Tribulation 32]
Chapter 962 [Ashes of Love: Red Mansion Tribulation 32]
At this critical moment, Jia She hurriedly stepped forward with a panicked look on his face. With sweat dripping down his forehead, he said in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty! I really don't know anything about this matter. Please be careful and investigate this matter thoroughly!" After that, he lowered his head in fear, not daring to look at the emperor's face again.
The emperor's face darkened when he saw this, and without saying anything, he threw the thick stack of evidence in his hand towards Jia She. With a "click" sound, the evidence fell like snowflakes at Jia She's feet.
Jia She raised his head tremblingly, and when his eyes fell on the evidence on the ground, he was struck by lightning, his body trembled violently, and then he collapsed to the ground like a deflated ball. His eyes widened, his face full of horror, and he muttered to himself: "It's over... It's all over now... I'm afraid that the Rongguo Mansion is going to be in big trouble this time!"
The emperor ignored Jia She's misbehavior and turned to look at Jia Zheng, who was standing beside him. He shouted, "Jia Zheng, do you admit your guilt?"
Jia Zheng's heart tightened and he bowed hastily, answering cautiously, "Your Majesty, I really don't know! I don't know if what Your Majesty said is related to me?" His words showed his uneasiness.
The emperor snorted coldly, pointed at the evidence beside Jia She, and said angrily: "Take a good look at it yourself and see what your virtuous wife has done!"
Jia Zheng was shocked when he heard this, and he quickly walked to Jia She and snatched the evidence from his hand. After a careful inspection, Jia Zheng suddenly felt dizzy and felt as if the world was spinning. It turned out that the evidence clearly recorded the details of his wife's loan, and even the time, place and other key information were clearly marked. Seeing this, Jia Zheng felt like he was struck by lightning and his whole world collapsed.
Prince Beijing nodded slightly and said slowly, "Brother, in my opinion, Jia She may not know the inside story of this matter! Although he inherited the respected title of Duke Rong, the person who is in charge of all the affairs of the Duke Rong is his younger brother Jia Zheng."
As soon as these words came out, there was a burst of whispers in the court. One minister could not hold back his doubts, stepped forward with his hands clasped, and said loudly: "Your Majesty, this is really strange! He inherited the title but cannot be the master of the house. What is the reason? I hope Your Majesty can see clearly."
Upon hearing this, the emperor looked at Jia She with a sharp gaze and asked in a deep voice, "Jia She, is what Prince Beijing said true?"
Jia She hurriedly knelt on the ground and kowtowed, responding in fear and trepidation: "Your Majesty, it is indeed as Prince Beijing said, the current head of the Rongguo Mansion is my second brother Jia Zheng!" After saying this, he pressed his forehead to the ground, not daring to move at all.
"Jia Zheng, what do you say?" The emperor narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at Jia Zheng who was kneeling below with a sharp gaze, and asked in a majestic tone.
Jia Zheng kowtowed quickly to express his gratitude, and replied in fear and trepidation: "Your Majesty, this is because of what my mother said. She felt that I am more suitable to be in charge of household affairs, while my elder brother is not so suitable, so I am the one who takes charge." After saying that, Jia Zheng kowtowed again, and a faint redness and swelling appeared on his forehead.
After hearing this, the emperor frowned slightly, with a puzzled look on his face, and asked in confusion: "Why don't you split up the family? Logically speaking, you two brothers have both started families and careers, so you should live separately!"
At this time, Jia She, who was kneeling on the side, hurriedly took over the conversation and replied respectfully: "Your Majesty, it is because my mother likes the whole family to live together, and feels that it is more lively and warm, so we have not divided the family." As Jia She spoke, he stole a glance at the emperor above, secretly guessing what the emperor's intention was.
"In my opinion, the reason is obvious. They must be afraid that once the family is divided, there will be no one to protect their young son from the wind and rain and solve his problems!" Prince Beijing gently waved his folding fan, his mouth slightly raised, revealing a meaningful smile. His deep eyes seemed to be able to see through all the conspiracies and tricks.
"Oh? Is that the reason? After your Highness's advice, I suddenly understood. I guess the old lady of the Jia family had such a wishful thinking in mind, no wonder she has been so stubborn and refused to divide the family. Tsk tsk tsk tsk... This is really Sima Zhao's intention - everyone knows it! In the final analysis, she just wants to cling to the eldest son so as to continuously suck his blood and flesh." The minister echoed the words of Prince Beijing and nodded frequently, his face full of contempt.
"Hey! I've heard a secret. It's said that Lord Jia She is not the biological son of Mrs. Jia, but a concubine's son; and Lord Jia Zheng is the real bloodline. Because of this, seeing that her disliked eldest son inherited the title, Mrs. Jia was indignant, so she was unwilling to divide the family, and only wanted her beloved youngest son to be the master of the family and control the power of the Jia family." Another minister came forward and said in a low voice mysteriously. Hearing this, everyone whispered to each other, discussing the complicated relationships within the Jia family.
The emperor, sitting on the dragon throne, glared at Jia Zheng, who was kneeling below, and said sternly, "What I hate most is lending money at high interest rates! And you, Jia Zheng, how dare you do such a despicable thing under my nose, and you did it in defiance of my strict prohibition! I am extremely disappointed in you! From today on, I will remove you from your position as a deputy minister of the Ministry of Works, and at the same time confiscate part of your property to fill the national treasury!"
Hearing this, Jia Zheng trembled as if struck by lightning, his face turned pale, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, but he still suppressed his fear and kowtowed to apologize, saying: "Your Majesty, I thank you for your mercy."
Then, the emperor turned his gaze to Jia She, who was also kneeling on the ground, and said in a slightly softer tone: "Jia She, although the main responsibility for this matter is not yours, you are also to blame. Considering that you have inherited the title of your ancestors, I will make a break for you and grant you to separate from the family and live on your own."
Jia She, who had been living in fear, finally felt relieved when he heard this. He kowtowed and thanked the emperor, saying, "Thank you very much, Your Majesty, for your great grace!"