The next day, the Yonghou Mansion treated the old Fengjun harshly, and the rumor that he had to let his granddaughter and grandson-in-law take him away for recuperation spread throughout the imperial city, and there was a burst of mournful crying in the Yonghou Mansion.
Afterwards, white lanterns were hung in front of the gate of Yonghou's Mansion, which had not yet been installed.
Marquis Yong was naked from the upper body, wore a white scarf on his head, and carried thorns on his back. With a sad face, he got into the carriage and went straight to the palace.
"Your Majesty... Your subject is guilty..."
He knelt almost all the way to the imperial study room.
Emperor Sheng Yuan was reviewing the memorial in the imperial study room, disturbed by the voice, and coldly rolled his eyes at Fu Gonggong, "Go, let him get out!"
Eunuch Fu hurriedly bowed down the steps, and led the embarrassed Yonghou in.
With trembling legs, Yonghou stepped into the imperial study room, and suddenly knelt down in front of Emperor Shengyuan.
"Your Majesty, the subject is guilty!"
He wept loudly, kowtowed every time he cried, and shouted that he was guilty.
Emperor Sheng Yuan didn't want to read any more, put the memorial together and threw it aside, looking at him with a gloomy face.
Yonghou sang alone for a long time, but unfortunately the audience didn't give him face, he couldn't continue singing, so he had to look up while crying, trying to secretly observe the face of Emperor Shengyuan.
When he raised his head, his eyes met that of Emperor Sheng Yuan.
His frightened face suddenly turned pale, and he hurriedly lowered his head, trembling all over, not daring to make another sound.
Yonghou's reaction pleased Emperor Shengyuan, and he slowly changed his position on the throne, and said calmly, "Tell me, what's going on."
In this huge imperial study room, a needle could be heard immediately.
The thorns on Yonghou's back rubbed against his flesh, and his back was already bloody. He untied those thorns with trembling hands, and placed them respectfully in front of his forehead, as if he was a little embarrassed.
"My minister, my minister is guilty... I am not strict in discipline, my minister is a bitch..."
Seeing that Emperor Sheng Yuan's face was getting worse and worse, he was obviously dissatisfied with his procrastination, and suddenly he was upset, closed his eyes, and said loudly, "That bitch plotted Princess Yichang's dowry, and even murdered the minister's mother, causing her to be poisoned and unconscious, and was snatched from Yonghou's mansion by King Ding!"
"Now that bitch saw that the matter was defeated, he hanged himself to death. No one in this mansion dares to murder his mother, but I beg the emperor to be the master. Please return the mother of the minister to the king. I beg the emperor to make it happen!"
The more he spoke, the more distressed he became, the muscles on his cheeks trembled, his teeth were clenched, and his red and swollen eyes looked at Emperor Sheng Yuan pitifully.
A seven-foot man cried for such a virtue, and taught Emperor Sheng Yuan that he had no eyesight.
He turned his face away and said coldly, "You lower your head."
Yonghou was startled, he answered yes, and lowered his head aggrieved.
Only then did Emperor Shengyuan turn his face back, and flipped the memorial on the case with his fingers carelessly, "Your madam, how courageous you are?"
Yonghou shuddered all over, and his back was suddenly covered with cold sweat.
He didn't dare to speak, he just lowered his body even lower.
Emperor Sheng Yuan's eyes were ferocious, and he fixed him with burning eyes, grabbed the inkstone on the table and smashed it down on Yonghou's back, "Who gave her the courage to touch Deyang's things?"
It was the Duan inkstone that Fang Zhaoqing paid tribute to, it was very heavy, it hit Yonghou's naked back all of a sudden, and immediately opened a bloody gash.
But Yonghou didn't dare to move at all, and didn't dare to make a sound.
Emperor Shengyuan glanced at the mediocre waste of his life, and closed his eyes tiredly, "Tell me carefully, what does this have to do with King Ding?"
Yonghou quietly raised his eyes, and said cautiously, "This...in fact, it has nothing to do with King Ding, yes, it's mainly Princess Ding..."
As he said, he saw Emperor Sheng Yuan's eyelashes move slightly, and subconsciously changed his posture.
He couldn't help but be certain in his heart, and slowly raised his lips.
Emperor Sheng Yuan slowly leaned his back on the throne, and let out a breath of foul air slowly.
Looking down at Yonghou's blood-drenched back from a high position, he said in an ethereal voice, "Tell me everything one by one."
"It's about Princess Ding, don't hide anything!"