Many people were interested in attaching themselves to elegance, and scholars were seen as a noble and elegant group of people.
So gradually, busybodies with persecutory delusions developed a custom: when scholars panicked, they panicked as well. Over time, the Imperial Bodyguard's infamy became known to the world. Every time they were mobilized, everyone thought that they were the target.
So this time, the Imperial Bodyguard's large-scale mobilization caused panic throughout Beijing. For a time, the streets and alleys seemed to be filled with Imperial Bodyguards, and Imperial Bodyguards constantly rushed out of the streets and alleys in different directions.
The residents of the capital were terrified and hid in their homes. The scholars were even more panicked, not knowing what the Imperial Bodyguard was up to.
After all, the Imperial Bodyguard could arrest people without going through normal procedures. After arresting them, they could send them to places outside the jurisdiction of the law for interrogation and private messages. Even if they could be fished out in the end, they would still have time to enjoy the Imperial Bodyguard's Golden Premium Meal.
Everyone felt insecure.
It was only later that they learned that a total of fifteen officials' homes had been raided that day. The leader was Minister of Revenue Yang Junmin, a high-ranking official who had been Daming the Minister of Revenue just a month ago.
After the officials were arrested, the families of the officials in their residences were specially guarded by soldiers. They were controlled, restricted from communicating with the outside world, and were not allowed to leave without permission.
Now that the Imperial Bodyguard had handed over the custody of the Imperial Bodyguard to the Warden's Office, the people of the Warden's Office were very familiar with the fierce reputation of the Imperial Bodyguard and naturally did not dare to linger. After handing over the authority, they decisively ran away.
Now, it was time for the Imperial Bodyguard to show off their strength. At this time, there were always people who rejoiced and people who were worried.
Faced with a room full of terrified old, weak, women, and children, the members of the Embroidered Uniform Guards would not show any mercy. They were not emotional at all, especially when they were carrying out a mission. Everyone was a mission machine, and their actions were crude. They did not consider the feelings of the family members of the offending officials.
In addition, the captain in charge of the mission would usually look at them with a gloomy gaze, then take out an edict that would make them feel like they were going to collapse, read it out, and directly send them to the eighteenth level of hell. The reactions of the families of the criminals were actually quite the same. There was nothing new.
This time was no exception.
The entire place was filled with cries.
When Luo Sigong personally brought people to Yang Junmin's manor, Yang Junmin's entire family was restrained in the main hall. This was only Yang Junmin's family. When the time came, it would depend on the emperor's mood. It was very likely that he would also destroy his family in Shanxi.
That old man's house would definitely be raided. Whether he would be banished or not would depend on that. If the Emperor was in a good mood, he might be spared. If the Emperor was in a bad mood, he would probably be in trouble. After all, the Emperor hated the Jin Family to the core.
Yang Junmin's family had obviously seen much of the world. Towards the sudden visit of the Embroidered Uniform Guards, Yang Junmin's wife appeared calm and composed, not uttering a single word. When Luo Sigong arrived at the main hall, he looked at Mrs. Yang, who had a calm expression on her face and was still drinking tea. He deeply admired this old lady's composure.
Of course, it was only her. The other family members were much more flustered. They were just forcing themselves not to make a sound. Their faces were already pale, as if they had already foreseen something.
"Mrs. Yang."
Luo Sigong bowed.
Mrs. Yang looked at Luo Sigong calmly.
"May I ask who you are?"
"Imperial Bodyguards Commander, Luo Sigong."
Luo Sigong reported his name.
Instantly, the atmosphere in the main hall turned solemn. Many people's eyes were already filled with despair. Mrs. Yang's body trembled, and her face was unsteady. She was just forcing herself to stay calm.
"To actually trouble the Imperial Bodyguards Commander to come to our doorstep, our Yang Family's face is really big. Commander Luo, my Old Master has already been taken away by your Imperial Bodyguards. Now that so many of you have come, what do you want?"
Luo Sigong smiled.
"Search the house."
Most of the Yang family members had finally lost their last shred of hope, and their faces were filled with despair. Some of the younger ones even began to sob softly, while the older ones were also at a loss. Only Madam Yang was able to maintain her rationality.
"My Old Master has worked hard for the country for decades. My late father has also contributed for the country for decades. Now, you Imperial Bodyguards search the house just like that. Daming the world, is there still justice in this world? Is there still law under the feet of the emperor? Where's my Old Master? "
Mrs. Yang looked at Luo Sigong.
Then, she saw Luo Sigong take out a piece of bright yellow silk paper. Her eyes narrowed, and she was stunned.
"Don't worry, Mrs. Yang. Eunuch Yang is still well in the Imperial Prison. He's not in danger for the time being. Of course, he can't get out. Yes, your family has produced two ministers who have indeed worked hard for the country for decades. Even if they don't make any contributions, their hard work is still worth it.
However, no matter how hard they work for the country, they shouldn't put their hands in the national treasury. The evidence of the late Minister of War Yang Bo and the late Minister of Revenue Yang Junmin embezzling national funds and forming a clique for personal gain is more than enough. Even if His Majesty is furious, I'm in a difficult position. "
Luo Sigong unfolded the silk paper.
Mrs. Yang was in a daze and did not hear everything. However, 'Yang Junmin ignored the kindness of the country, formed a clique for personal gain, and embezzled hundreds of thousands of national funds. His crimes are heinous. The Imperial Bodyguards will search his house. The men in the family will be banished to the army, and the women will be sold as slaves. No one will be pardoned'.
In the end, this day had still come.
Madam Yang's eyes were filled with despair and unforgettable pain. She had never thought that she would have to face such a situation after living to this age. Of course, it didn't matter to her. But what about the descendants of the Yang Clan? What should they do?
The entire hall of the Yang Family's children and nephews were crying uncontrollably.
This family, in the end, had reached its end …
The violent shouts of the Imperial Bodyguards and the violent search of the house had completely shattered Mrs. Yang's heart.
Such a scene had happened fifteen times in the capital today. Fifteen families of officials had been destroyed. The men had been banished to the army, and the women had been sold as slaves. Of the fifteen that had been investigated, seven were confirmed to be beheaded, and the remaining eight were still under strict investigation.
Yang Junmin was the first to be confirmed to be beheaded.
Even more officials were trembling under the threat of this storm.
Such a glorious family in the past had now met with such a fate. The collapse of a family that had always been prosperous was a moving and beautiful scene.
However, Luo Sigong did not have much interest in interacting with the families of the offending officials. He admired their despair. They were the losers of the political struggle. Since ancient times, the losers of the political struggle had always been like this.
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