Zhao Xi figured it out and his father should have also asked Zhang's family clearly, so the next day when the father and son met again, they were still very natural.

  Zhao Xi carefully captured the feeling with his old father, without any change, truly as always.

  "Xier, Bao Gong is straightforward and Zhao Guang is kind-hearted. This matter will be handled by the two of them, and the truth will surely come to light. Father can rest assured, you should also set your mind at ease."

  It's not uncommon for parents to say some apologetic words to their own children.

  This is the Great Song Dynasty; let alone emperors, even in ordinary families, elders never apologize to their juniors.

  Although Father was stating facts and comforting himself, Zhao Xi still felt his apology for yesterday's attitude between the lines.

  The old man is a good person, but being an emperor... isn't ruthless enough.

  "Father, I will listen to you. I am just worried that this matter will trouble you, but my age and experience are not yet sufficient for me to share your worries."

  Zhao Zhen stroked Zhao Xi's head and only then realized that his son was no longer a little kid, almost as tall as him.

  But his body is stronger than mine, he should have a bit of an ancestral look, unlike me, very weak.

  Bao Zheng and Zhao Kuang's investigation was still quite systematic, sending people to Leng Qing's old home on one hand, while interrogating those thrown into the government office by the Imperial Guard on the other.

  Under the three trees, what worries can't be dispelled. This is the most direct means, so whether it's a Buddhist monk, a Taoist priest, or a idle rascal, each one says all that can be said.

  At one time, too many pending cases were dug up, and the judges of Kaifeng Prefecture were overwhelmed. They had to allocate personnel from the Procuratorate to take charge of those old cases.

  At the same time, it also implicated too many city foxes and mice, all concentrated in the cave. Kaifeng Prefecture was busy collecting a group of idle rascals with flowery legs into the prefectural government.

  At first, the guards who were captured had all been forgotten. By the time they were found by the miscellaneous officials of Kaifeng Prefecture, they were all starving to death.

  Who would have thought it would take so long, who also did not think that the method of tying hands behind their backs and thumbs would make this group of idle rascals only able to huddle in underground caves, and then rely on their mouths to eat a bit of messy food.

  It's not that no one wants to run, they've tried, but it's impossible to escape. The entrance is blocked and you need to use your hands, but their thumbs are all tied up, and even with mutual help, they can't untie the tough and tiny knots.

  Zhao Xi heard about it and was also stunned... Is this okay? After all, it's a mix of Taoism, and this is the level?

  Once things are handed over, there is no need for the husbands and Zhao Xie's father and son to worry about it anymore, just wait for the result.

  So, even if it was a good opportunity, he never brought it up again. Even if Old Man wanted to know clearly, he had to hold back, after all, it's only been two days...

  It rained yesterday, and finally brought some coolness to this scorching day.

  In the current East Palace, there is no female owner who can cook and make porridge, only some older palace maids and servants.

  They say it's old age, but in Zhao Xi's opinion, it's just his prime years, only in his twenties or thirties.

  At this age, it's already considered old, and has returned to an age where one is no longer favored.

  The reason for sending a group of palace maids of such a big age is also worried that Zhao Xi can't control herself, leading to things that shouldn't happen.

  Twelve or thirteen years old... Can they? They really can. In the streets and alleys, I've heard that many of those twelve or thirteen-year-old rascals have been ordering around their servants.

  Zhao Xi seems to have grown up too.

  Sitting in the yard, without lighting candles, just like this, facing the cool breeze, looking at the starry sky... This is Zhao Xi's favorite way to rest.

  "Is that... flooding? The city is flooded?"

  It must have been a flood. The flames were huge and seemed to dye half of the sky red. It was still not far from the Imperial City.

  "Go! Take a look."

  Zhao Xi shouted and quickly walked towards the direction of the flames. What he said was to go take a look, which meant going to the palace wall to take a look, not being able to get close to the scene of the fire.

  It's still a long way from his East Palace, and if he needs to cross the entire Imperial City, he can probably only watch it in his own East Palace courtyard.

  On the palace wall, it's a bit clearer, really not far from the palace wall, looking at it is a very large courtyard, the entire courtyard seems to be lit up.

  "Your Highness, it seems that place is the detached palace of the fourth son of the King of Junan..."

  The officer in charge of guarding the temple seems to have seen him before, and he looks a bit familiar. He should be one of the people who followed Cao Lin to worship his ancestors back then. Otherwise, he wouldn't talk so much about this with himself.

  "Zhao Zongyong?"

  "Your Majesty, it is indeed."

  Alas, being a crown prince is not as good as being a younger son. Others have their own estates, while this Eastern Palace of mine is cold and deserted. These servants are loyal only because they're showered with wealth, but there's not even one who dares to speak to me.

  What is referred to as a separate courtyard is outside of the main residence, that is, outside of the Ruanan Wangfu, and belongs... this should belong to Zhao Zongyao's residence.

  In such a big house, you can do whatever you want, let alone have a mistress, even if you call friends and mess around, no one will care.

  Perhaps in this courtyard, Zhao Zongyao will be raised...

  No, Zhao Xi also did the same thing as me, feeling suffocated. As he grew older, he started thinking about all sorts of things... Just yesterday it rained, so it shouldn't be a dry and flammable environment, how could there be a fire? And yet, the whole yard was completely burned down.

  "Li Xian, go out and ask around, see what's going on with the fire."

  Having thought of some possibilities, Zhao Xi came down from the palace wall and directly arranged for Li Xian.

  The palace gates were tightly closed and it was impossible to go out. Zhao Xi also followed the rules, but his East Palace always had that secret side door.

  Zhao Xi had been waiting all along, waiting for Li Xian to return and report. He was somewhat annoyed, and even when the palace maid came into the study to serve him, he directly refused her.

  Let them do their own thing and don't bother yourself.

  What can they do? They just serve the prince...

  "Your Highness, it is indeed the separate courtyard of Zhao Zongyao's son. The fire has engulfed all the houses in the entire courtyard from the very beginning. The people inside didn't even have time to escape."

  "The police also reacted quickly, but the water cart couldn't get close to that house. Four or five roads leading to that other courtyard were all blocked, and no one could pass through."

  "The fire was too big, the surrounding neighbors all came to help put out the fire, but bucket after bucket of water had no effect on such a large fire. In the end, everything was burned to nothing."

  Li Xian is back, and this is what happened on site... it's all burned down.

  Zhao Xi felt that something was wrong, but couldn't figure out what it was.

  The weather, the courtyard, and even the identity of the Runan Prince's son, as well as the roadblock that prevented the water cart from approaching... all seemed eerie.

  Apart from myself, who else would have such a deep grudge against that uncle's family and even set up such a big scene?

  It seems that Qian Mingyi is not just a little hurt.

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, early next morning, before anything was even said, that uncle burst into tears and began to sob...

  A great fire, what was burned was not only a courtyard, but also Zhao Zongyao was unexpectedly burned to death...

  This... this is going to be big trouble now.

  Although the imperial court did not care about relatives by blood, for relatives who died unjustly, it was absolutely not a small matter.