the benefit of all ten thousand people. Thus it is decreed."After the imperial decree was read, Li Chen said again: "After the imperial decree is issued, present it to the Taimiao Temple and inform th...Chapter 1090: Titans' Meeting

Meng Bingwen was completely lost in despair.

But the centurion had no patience left.

Many people were to be captured today, and he had to finish before the sun rose completely, so he didn't dawdle.

"Take it away."

The centurion gave the order, and immediately, jinyiwei stepped forward, taking out instruments of torture and fastening them onto Meng Bingwen.

This torture device was very heavy and restricted movement of the head and hands. Ordinary people couldn't stand it, let alone pampered officials.

Meng Bingwen's wife cried out, "Master, what are we going to do now that you've left"

Meng Bingwen looked at his wife and children, gritted his teeth and said: "I can't care so much anymore. If I am granted amnesty by the emperor for you all, then you should take the children back to your hometown and raise them. Advise them, and all generations to come, never to take the civil service exam. Live a peaceful life as ordinary people, that is better than anything!"

After finishing his words, Meng Bingwen was immediately taken away by the Jinyiwei guards. Behind him were the cries of his wife and children gradually being swallowed by the pouring rain.

And in the capital city, shrouded in heavy rain, situations similar to Meng Bingwen's household were unfolding continuously throughout the city.

Not until the sky gradually brightened on the horizon did the people of Beijing dare to open their doors and come out.

Only to see that the streets had already been swept clean.

All traces of the previous day's rebel war, including bloodstains and corpses, had vanished.

Only the scratches on the alley walls made by weapons, and the rubble of collapsed buildings, can prove how enormous the conflict in the capital was yesterday.

This is all just about nothing to ordinary people.

But with the order prohibiting leaving home lifted, people went back to their livelihoods. Those who traded traded, those who needed to go out for a living went out. Regardless of how the sky above changed, they still had to eat and support their families.

Inside the Eastern Palace.

Li Chen held a bowl of ginger tea in his hands, sipping it in the Xizheng Hall.

Zhang Hezhi bowed his body beside, tidying up the tools for examination.

“Your Highness, you caught a cold yesterday. It's not serious, but it's best to rest for a few days. Many serious illnesses develop from minor ones. I have prescribed a few doses of medicine for Your Highness, which should help relieve your headache. However, the wind-cold dampness hasn't been dispelled, so this treatment only addresses the symptoms and not the root cause.”

Li Chen nodded and said, "Dr. Zhang is kind."

He hasn't closed his eyes from yesterday to now.

From the pavilion back to the Xizheng Hall, he had been arranging for the upcoming schedule. The table was covered with stacks of paper, which were the fruits of his labor throughout the night.

After Zhang He bowed, he went downstairs to decoct medicine for Li Chen.

But Li Chen stood up and subconsciously shouted, "Three Treasures."

Entering from outside the hall was He Kun with a wry smile, not Sanzang.

Only then did Li Chen remember that the Three Treasures would never answer him again.

Tensing his jaw, Li Chen said calmly, "Go prepare the carriage and horses. We leave the palace."

"Where are you going, Your Highness"

Li Chen looked up at the sky, which was still raining heavily, and said, "Zhao's Mansion."

He Kun's heart skipped a beat.

There are many high-ranking officials and nobles surnamed Zhao in the capital. After all, Zhao is a common surname, and there were quite a few people with this surname five hundred years ago.

But, in the capital city, there is only one Zhao Mansion that can establish its own residence.

Other people surnamed Zhao, even if they have opened mansions, can only use other names.

In the capital city, only Zhao Xuanji's mansion is called Zhao Residence.

Yesterday just had a rebellion, and this morning the prince is going to visit Zhao Mansion. What does that mean feel as though he was facing a ferocious beast."Old geezer."Yelü Qiming leaned down slightly, condescendingly approaching Zhao Xuanji. His foul breath sprayed directly onto Zhao Xuanji's face. "This...