Stop Chasing the Sick Boss of Quick Transmigration Raiders

Chapter 142

One morning.

"Your minister has the instructions!" Zhang Yushi came out and rushed to the humanity on the dragon chair, "Your minister impeached King Cheng for selling private salt and making huge profits from it!"

"I also want to impeach King Cheng!" Another censor stood up not to be outdone, "I impeach King Cheng for colluding with the Ministry of War to withhold border food and pay!"

"The minister impeached Cheng Wang..."

The emperor looked gloomyly at the censors who stood up one after another.

"Does anyone else have anything to report?"

After a long while no one came out, the emperor slowly spoke.

Censors, you look at me and I look at you, not knowing how to react.

"Then come one by one and talk about why you impeached Cheng Wang." The emperor said expressionlessly, "Zhang Yushi will talk first."

Zhang Yushi was excited, stepped forward and began to talk about Cheng Wang's "crime".

There is only one general purpose, that is, King Cheng is selling private salt.

"I have here the account books of their income from selling illegal salt, as well as several witnesses who were responsible for transporting the illegal salt."

The emperor looked at the evidence Gao Dezhong handed over, his eyelids twitched violently.

As the censors told the story one by one, the emperor's face became more and more gloomy.

He glanced nonchalantly at Lu Sheng who was standing quietly beside him.

Such undisguised calculations can only be done by a good son like him...

The man on the dragon chair looked tired and sighed softly in his heart.

Perhaps, it's time to end this lose-lose battle.

"Where is the imperial army?"

In the court hall, the leader of the Imperial Forest Army in armor came out and replied, "The minister is here!"

"Lead [-] imperial guards to guard Cheng Wang's mansion, and no one is allowed to be released until I speak." The emperor paused, and then said, "Go and invite Cheng Wang to Dali Temple yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, the emperor coughed violently.

Seeing that the emperor's hands were trembling, Gao Dezhong subconsciously felt that something was wrong, so he quickly stepped forward to support the emperor.

The emperor swallowed the fishy sweetness in his mouth, and continued, "The rest of the specific matters will be investigated by Dali Temple. Be sure to find out who is involved!"

The elderly man straightened up with some difficulty, and looked at Lu Sheng who was silent at the side.

"This matter is handed over to King Xuan to supervise."

Lu Sheng knelt down and bowed his head in agreement.

The emperor seemed to have finished his confession, and was supported by Gao Dezhong to walk towards the apse, but before taking a few steps, he staggered and fell to the ground.

"emperor!"

"His Majesty!"

There was a commotion in the hall, Lu Sheng hurriedly got up and walked to the emperor, trying to help him up.

"Cheng'er..." The man forced himself to stand up, and when he saw it was him, he tried his best to smile, "You help me go back."

Lu Sheng felt sore in his heart, he helped the aged emperor slowly onto the bright yellow chariot, and walked towards the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

In the main hall, all the officials secretly sighed in their hearts.

I am afraid that the court will be in turmoil for a while.

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In the winter of the 75th year of the Yuanli calendar in Dajue, Cheng Wang Lu Rong was impeached and imprisoned by hundreds of officials for committing many major crimes. His Majesty was seriously ill, so he made Xuan Wang Lu Sheng the crown prince and ordered him to supervise the country on his behalf.

Outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, people from the Tai Hospital knelt down on the ground.

It was deep winter at this time, but the kneeling people tensed their bodies, and large beads of sweat slid off their foreheads.

"His Royal Highness, I waited... I did my best." The oldest doctor Jin wiped the sweat from his brow and said with a panicked expression.

"Father... How long is it?" Lu Sheng felt a trace of grief in his heart, and the hand on the door was firmly locked on the wooden door, with such force that it almost crushed the fragile wood.

"One month at most, ten days at least." Imperial Physician Jin's complexion was pale, fearing that the man in front of him, who was in the city, would take his anger out on him.

Lu Sheng closed his eyes and forced back his tears.

(End of this chapter)