Compared to the stunned and confused, as well as anger, Zheng Lingbo felt a sense of relaxation that finally came to him for a moment.
When everyone's eyes naturally fell on her, she still had the strength to pull Zheng Lüjiāo, who was shocked into rage.
Dancers tend to have some innate skills, and her mouth quickly seemed to imply, without saying explicitly, that General Zheng was at fault.
He claimed to be from the border, and had received many favors from General Zheng. He couldn't bear to see him trapped in the border and unable to achieve his aspirations, so he proposed to take a risky step and become a messenger for General Zheng.
General Zheng was moved by his words and wrote a letter to wish him success in entering the palace!
The crowd: "... "
What does that mean?
Zheng Weimin is now a first-rank general, and he has made great contributions to the nation of Caiyun this time. There are rumors that the imperial court intends to crown him a king and make him a marquis, all pending the complete end of the war and his return to the capital for official reports. Even so, he still feels depressed and unable to achieve his ambitions...
It's unclear what the speaker's intention is.
Due to the abrupt speaking of the dancer, there was a moment of silence at the scene. However, soon everyone remembered that he had wrongly accused General Zheng himself, who was not present at the event. Today's banquet attendees were the children of General Zheng.
General Zheng has been stationed on the frontier for far too long.
This means that the military power has been in the hands of the Zheng family for a long time as well.
Soon, it was realized that this was a premeditated frame-up, but this did not prevent certain political rivals from coming out to kick the proverbial stone.
The dancer mumbled something incoherent about General Zheng's hard work and great achievements, and that the ruler of this world should be him. He also casually pulled out a stack of delicate silk, feigning an attempt to destroy evidence, but as he was grabbed by the guards, the stack of silk fell to the ground and curled up like a dying snake on the cobblestone ground.
When it was spread out, everyone could clearly see General Zheng Weimin's private seal.
Zheng Lingbo watched as the palace servants carefully picked up the light silk and carried it to the upper levels. He felt dazed, with his feet and hands growing cold and his limbs gradually becoming numb.
She is not someone who has seen the world or experienced many things.
In her previous life, no matter how much she caused trouble, she had only done so within the limited scope of the Liu family. The greatest sense of authority she had ever experienced was when Liu Chengwang arbitrarily exercised his rights as her husband. How could she have ever been looked at in such a way by the ruler of the realm and numerous officials of rank three and above as she was today?
But whether it's because having died once has given her more courage, Zheng Lingbo snapped back to her senses first, tugging at Zheng Lüjìao and stepping forward a few steps before she fell to her knees with a thud.
It is clear to everyone that Zheng Weimin is innocent, but at this moment, whether he is innocent or guilty is not important. What matters is the will of the upper officials. Therefore, those subtle looks are still lingering around the two of them.
At this point, Zheng Lingbo, as a woman, seemed to have some special privileges. For instance, she could throw a tantrum, roll around on the ground, or play the pitiful card.
Zheng Lingbo blinked her eyes, and tears came instantly. Her eyes were red with tears, but her words were clear and articulate, as she shouted at the dancer with increasing volume, questioning what his intentions were.
The dancer was also stubborn, even as he was being held down, he continued to say various things, which made the two members of the Zheng family even more terrified.
But Zheng Lingbo dared not relax, clinging to every word and time, refuting the dancer while expressing her loyalty to the official.
The dancer's throat made a hoarse shriek, but her neck had already been choked by the iron cuffs of the palace guards.
The sound of murmuring among the officials surged like a wave. Zheng Lingbo raised her head, even though she was in a panic, she still spoke resolutely, "With boldness, I request to see the written document."
The official looked at her with a glance and then examined the light silk presented by the palace servants. He nodded in approval: "Okay."
Zheng Lingbo took a deep breath in silence and relaxed slightly after carefully examining the light silk when it was handed over.
She gently touched the edge of the light silk with her slender hand, and her fingertips paused at the faint smudge of ink at the lower right corner of the stamp: "Your Majesty, please note! There is a secondary stroke of the pen on the outer edge of the ink smudge. My father was young and was shot in his elbow by an arrow. He still had lingering effects for years, so when he held the stamp, he would inevitably angle it. However, this stamp is round and new like it has just been made. It must have been forged by a right-handed person using a mirror-side rubbing technique."
Someone suddenly stood up, sweeping their robe sleeve across the wine cup on the table, and already had a verdict for Zheng Weimin: "The treacherous daughter of Zheng Weimin is a smooth-talker! General Zheng indeed has an injury to his elbow, but who can prove that he did not secretly carve the seal?"
Zheng Lingbo did not recognize this person, and her voice also did not sound familiar.
She only secretly remembered the appearance and uniform of this person, and quietly looked at the expression of the official family in the upper palace.
The distance was still quite far, and she couldn't see very clearly. But since the official did not speak, she also gathered courage to continue: "If your Majesty doesn't believe it, please take my father's previous petitions for comparison. It will definitely reveal clues."
The official was momentarily at a loss for words and subtly made eye contact with another person. The next second, the dancer, who had been subdued, suddenly burst forward. The guards were prepared to prevent him, but to their surprise, the dancer did not intend to harm anyone; instead, he collided with the blade pressing down on him, shouting: "General Zheng, I have let you down; I can only apologize with my death!"
The crowd was in uproar.
Zheng Lingbo's face turned red in anger.
Zheng Lingbo rushed forward in three or two steps to check the dancer's injury. In just a few seconds, the dancer's eyes had become vacant, and as he saw Zheng Lingpo coming up, the person with a snow-white face revealed a terrifying smile at him, and then plunged his sword into his heart again and again. He stared straight at Zheng Lingpo without breathing.
Zheng Lingbo: "!!!"
She took a deep breath of cold air, subconsciously stepping back a few steps.
Zheng Lüjìao, who was slightly slower, opened his eyes wide to cover Zheng Lingpo's eyes, but was stopped by her. For a moment, he was at a loss and looked around aimlessly on Zheng Lingpo's body.
The adult who had just made the noise jumped up again, with a tone that was oddly sad and angry: "The traitor's daughter, the dancer has already committed suicide for his crime. What else do you have to say?!"
Zheng Lingpo forcibly regained her composure and clenched her teeth fiercely: "That's just one person's word! The private seal is clearly a forgery, showing that the dancer deliberately framed me. Even if he paid with his life, how can it be called suicide out of guilt?!"
The person coldly laughed and said: "Whether it's real or fake, it's just your word. Who can witness it?"
For a moment, the entire Imperial Garden was quiet, with only the sounds of the back-and-forth confrontation between the two.
After a long time, a voice of authority but with a cold tone came from the highest seat: "Enough!"
Just those two words were enough to make people feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.
Everyone knelt in unison: "Your Majesty, please calm down."
The official did not become angry but instead laughed: "What anger should I calm down?"
At once, someone stepped forward to follow the official's words: "Although Zheng Weimin has the heart of a wolf, this dancer's heart can be punished, but Your Majesty is blessed with great fortune and has not been deceived by them."
All the ministers agreed.
The official's fingers tapped on the gilt lion paperweight on the throne table, and the cold light in his eyes gradually condensed into ice crystals.
Zheng Lingpo had already knelt down and bowed three times: "I, a daughter of the Zheng family, pledge to use the family's century-old reputation to guarantee that if my father truly behaves improperly, I will persuade him to repent and commit suicide at the front of the Azure Dragon Gate, with my blood washing away the injustice."
As she stood up, her hair by her temple was damp with sweat and stuck to her neck, but she unconsciously twisted the fingers that had just touched the light silk.
