In the beginning, Murong Fu was still able to catch up to Song QingShu, but as time went on, he seemed to be just a little bit behind. He wasn't stupid, so he finally realized that this was a ploy to lure the tiger away from the mountain, so he hastily changed direction and rushed back.
When he finally returned to the Proclamation Envoy's residence, he was stopped by Bao Butong and Feng Polio just as he was about to enter. He asked curiously, "Why are you stopping me?"
Feng Polio said angrily, "Young Master, you are really muddle-headed today. How could you admit that you killed Liu Changguo and Yang Juyuan in front of so many people?"
Murong Fu was confused, "When did I admit it?"
"We saw it with our own eyes. Young Master was too careless and fell into Shen Xiaolong's trap. I didn't expect him to be so cunning and invite officials to hide next door." Bao Butong said as he shook his head and sighed. This was the closest they were to restoring their country, but they failed at the last step.
"I didn't even see Shen Xiaolong just now!" Murong Fu was also anxious.
Seeing that Murong Fu did not seem to be lying, Bao Butong and Feng Fenge looked at each other and told him what had happened. Murong Fu also told them about his encounter with the mysterious man. Only then did they know that they had fallen into the other party's trap.
"Damn it, who's so wicked!" After knowing what happened, Feng Polie couldn't help but curse.
Murong Fu was in a daze. One must know that he had been standing at the peak of his life just a moment ago. Yet, in the next moment, he had fallen into a bottomless abyss. In the entire world, there were very few people who could remain indifferent.
Bao Butong was the calmest and said hurriedly, "Young Master, since things have come to this, we should leave quickly."
Murong Fu was enraged, "I was so close to restoring Yan and you want me to leave just like that?"
Bao Butong sighed and said, "Young Master, rumors about you killing Liu Changguo and Yang Juyuan have been spreading everywhere. But because there is no evidence, it is not a big deal. But this time, the person who pretended to be Young Master and admitted it personally. Moreover, he pretended to be unaware of it and was heard by almost all the officials in Sichuan. This is irrefutable evidence. Now that the people of Sichuan are agitated, even if Young Master were to jump out and explain the whole story, no one would believe you."
Murong Fu said unwillingly, "Are you going to give up without even trying?"
"Young Master, where there's life, there's hope." Bao Butong was a little anxious when he saw that he still didn't understand the situation.
At this time, a group of people appeared at the corner of the intersection. Someone with sharp eyes saw them and immediately shouted, "Bastard Murong Fu is here, kill him!"
Hearing this, the whole street seemed to be boiling, and people kept running out. Seeing this, Murong Fu finally understood that the situation was hopeless, so he gritted his teeth and began to run away with his family.
In the next few days, impeachment memorials from Sichuan flew to Lin 'an like snowflakes. Shen Xiaolong had the credit of pacifying Wu Xi, and now he had the credit of exposing Murong Fu's true colors. In addition, he was a prestigious general in Sichuan, so he was naturally chosen as the temporary leader by the officials. He only needed to wait for the official appointment from the imperial court to be officially issued.
On the Mirror Lake, Yuan Xingzhu was peeling grapes and feeding the man lying on the couch, while she asked, "Do you think Jia Shidao will issue the appointment?"
This man was, of course, Song Qingshu, who had been very powerful recently. Yuan Xingzhu changed the way she addressed him. On the one hand, she admired him for being able to settle Sichuan in such a short time, and on the other hand, his title of Prince of Qi was granted by the imperial court, which was partly due to Han Xingzhou's contribution. She comforted herself that she was working for Minister Han, not betraying him.
The grape juice in his mouth flowed freely, and Song Qingshu was so satisfied that he almost cried out. His life was really rotten. One must know that in the past, when the despot was portrayed in the television dramas, most of the scenes were like this, where he was lazily lying on the couch, surrounded by all kinds of beautiful women, and his slender white hands peeled grapes and sent them into his mouth one by one …
The question from the beauty next to him interrupted his reminiscence. He answered, "Now, Sichuan has gone through several major upheavals in just a month, and it can't afford any more. Even if Jia Shidao is unwilling, he has to acknowledge Shen Xiaolong's position. Moreover, the emperor won't allow him to do whatever he wants. The imperial court of Lin 'an can't risk losing Sichuan again by sending a high-ranking official to take over. For now, stability is the priority."
"Of course." Song Qingshu smiled. "The imperial court of Lin 'an will definitely send some officials over. Maybe in two or three years, Sichuan will fall back into the control of Lin' an. But for now, it seems that Shen Xiaolong is the most powerful official in Sichuan."
Ruan Xingzhu also smiled happily, "Now, the power in Sichuan is firmly controlled by Shen Xiaolong, the Ruan family, and the Yang family. The Ruan family and the Yang family follow Young Master's lead, and Young Master has saved Shen Xiaolong's life. Now, Young Master is the true master of Sichuan.
Song Qingshu smiled faintly. He didn't take her deliberate flattery to heart. It was no problem for him to influence the situation in Sichuan to a certain extent, but it was complete nonsense to say that he had complete control of the entire Sichuan.
The Ruan family and the Yang family were in a honeymoon period with him, but they hadn't completely surrendered to him. As for Shen Xiaolong, they weren't subordinates, so he was still far from controlling Sichuan. Unless the key departments in Sichuan, such as military power, personnel power, and financial power, were all controlled by his subordinates, he wouldn't be able to completely control it.
"Shen Xiaolong is also a warmonger. Recently, we have been training our troops and looking for a chance to go on a northern expedition. I hope we can alleviate Minister Han's crisis." Yuan Xingzhu continued to sketch out the future plan. Her eyes were shining, and she was in high spirits.
Song Qingshu frowned secretly. The army in Sichuan going on a northern expedition against the Jin Kingdom was something he didn't want to see. But Yuan Xingzhu was loyal to Han Xingzhu, so he couldn't stop her and disappoint her. Besides, Shen Xiaolong was dedicated to the country. Naturally, he wanted to go on a northern expedition to fight for more benefits for the imperial court.
Thinking of the problems he was about to face, Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel a headache. Before the previous wave subsided, another wave arose.
At this moment, an urgent report suddenly arrived. As Ruan Xingzhu was peeling grapes for Song Qingshu, it was inconvenient for her to speak to the person outside the door. However, what she heard next made her completely unaware that the grapes in her hand had fallen to the ground.
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