"Your Majesty, although my son is not talented, he is devoted to the people. He would never do such a thing that would be reviled by the world. Your Majesty, please understand!"
"In your dreams. How many people in the world know the name of your Xie Family?" Ban Huai said sarcastically, "Even if you want the world to curse you, you don't have the ability."
"Ban Shui-qing!" The Count Of Zhongping couldn't take it anymore and said angrily, "I've tolerated you for a long time. Don't be unreasonable!"
"I'm just speaking the truth. Count Of Zhongping, there's no need to be so angry." Ban Huai sighed, "Forget it. I don't want to argue with you over such a small matter. The Xie Family's eldest son is famous throughout the world. There's no one in the world who doesn't know him. Is that right? "
"You, you …" The Count Of Zhongping felt that Ban Huai's every word and expression was humiliating his Xie Family. In a fit of anger, he raised his board and rushed forward.
"Count Of Zhongping, you can't do that!"
One of the civil officials shouted, and the Imperial Court was thrown into chaos. One of them moved quickly and stood in front of Ban Huai. However, this person's arm was hit heavily.
"You dare to fight in the Imperial Court under the feet of the Emperor? Do you have any respect for His Majesty?!" Ban Huai hurriedly pulled Count Cheng An, who was in front of him, back to prevent Count Zhong Ping from going crazy and hurting people.
The general standing to the side stepped forward and twisted the Count Of Zhongping's arm, pressing him to the ground.
"Count Of Zhongping, I'm sorry to offend you."
The general glanced at Ban Huai and the Count Of Zhongping, then returned to his original position with a straight face.
"Cheng Anbo, is your arm okay?" When Ban Huai saw that the Count Of Zhongping was lying on the ground, he turned to look at Rong Xia with guilt and gratitude. "I'm really sorry for dragging you into this."
"Marquis is exaggerating," Rong Xia glanced at the Count Of Zhongping and bowed to him, "Count Of Zhongping, you and the Marquis of Jingting are officials of the same court. If there is any misunderstanding, please speak up. If you get angry, I'm afraid you'll hurt your body and mind! "
"Hmph!" Emperor Yunqing, who was sitting at the head of the table, slapped the throne with a sullen face. "In my opinion, he is angry out of humiliation and doesn't take me seriously."
"Your Majesty, I didn't mean to offend you. It's just that Marquis Jingting has gone too far, finding trouble with me all day long. I really couldn't stand it, so I made such a big mistake in a moment of impulse. Your Majesty, please investigate clearly." After being thrown to the ground by the general, the Count Of Zhongping had already woken up. When he heard that the Emperor was angry, he regretted it and hated Ban Huai even more.
Emperor Yunqing knew about the grudges between the two families. In his opinion, Ban Han was a likable junior. Although he wouldn't let his son marry her, that didn't mean he would disrespect Ban Han. Who was Ban Han? She was his niece, the granddaughter of the Princess Royal. She was related to the Imperial Family. Marrying the second son of the Xie Family was considered marrying below her status.
Who knew that the second son of the Xie Family would elope with a prostitute? This wasn't just a slap to Ban Han's face, it was also a slap to his face.
Everyone in the Imperial Court knew that he doted on Ban Han, but the junior he doted on ran away from the marriage. Was he looking down on him, or was he mocking him for having no taste for spoiling a young girl who ran away from the marriage?
As Ban Han's father, so what if Ban Huai mocked him? When his son ran away from the marriage, he wasn't this agitated. Now, after hearing a few words of gossip, he wanted to beat up Marquis, who had a higher rank than him, in front of the Imperial Court. He was looking down on the Imperial Court.
Emperor Yunqing wasn't happy and was in a bad mood. Therefore, everything the Count Of Zhongping said was nonsense in his mind.
He didn't even look at the Count Of Zhongping. He said to Left Prime Minister Yan Hui, "Since this is the case, you will investigate this thoroughly. The Supreme Court and the Ministry of Justice will assist you. Before the case is solved, Xie Zhongjin will be temporarily locked up in the Imperial Prison. No one is allowed to visit him! "
"Your Majesty!"
The Count Of Zhongping knelt down in the Great Hall. His voice trembled as he said, "Your Majesty, my son has been wronged!"
"Whether he has been wronged or not, we will only know after the case is solved." Emperor Yunqing stood up impatiently, "Court is dismissed!
"Farewell, Your Majesty."
The Count Of Zhongping knelt down in confusion. If he knew this would happen, he wouldn't have sent his eldest son back to the capital. His second son lost an eye, and his eldest son was locked up in the Imperial Prison. What kind of evil did the Xie family provoke?
"Count Of Zhongping, why aren't you leaving yet?"
The Count Of Zhongping got up from the ground. He looked at the General who was talking to him and walked out of the Great Hall in a daze.
Suddenly, he remembered something. He turned around and looked at the General, "If I remember correctly, General Cao seems to be an old subordinate of the Duke Of Jingting?"
General Cao touched the stubble on his chin, "In the early years, I was indeed an old subordinate of the Princess Royal's Prince Consort. Count Of Zhongping, why are you asking this?"
"I thought you generals were disappointed that the Duke Of Jingting had such a descendant. I didn't expect …" The Count Of Zhongping shook his head, "You generals are loyal and affectionate."
General Cao looked at the Count Of Zhongping in confusion, "What are you talking about?"
The Count Of Zhongping looked at him and couldn't help but frown. Was he thinking too much?
"Count Rong, be careful of the stairs." Ban Huai escorted Rong Xia all the way back to Cheng Anbo's residence. He only let out a long sigh of relief when the imperial physician who specialized in bruises arrived.
"Marquis, I didn't suffer any injuries." Rong Xia rolled up his sleeves. There was a large bruise on his sleeves, which looked a bit scary.
"Such a large bruise, how can you say you didn't suffer any injuries?" Ban Huai turned to look at the imperial physician, "Imperial physician, can you take a look and see if there are any injuries to his bones?"
It was rumored that Count Rong was good at painting and calligraphy. He could even write with two hands at the same time. If his hands were injured, how could he live with his conscience?
"Ban Marquis, don't worry. Count Rong only suffered some superficial injuries. He will be fine after a few days of applying some ointment." The imperial physician was a bit surprised. How could such a talented person like Count Rong get together with an old foppish man like Ban Marquis?
Could it be …
He looked at Ban Huai. The daughter of the Ban Family was beautiful. Could it be that these two families were going to be married?
But even though the Princess Ban was beautiful, wasn't it a bit inappropriate for her to be with Count Rong?
At this time, in the Jingting Marquessate, Ban Han was urging Ban Heng to practice his martial arts. Ban Heng was complaining, but he didn't dare to sit on the ground. He was afraid of the whip in his sister's hand.
"Sister, is the quarter hour up yet?"
"It's still early." Ban Han stared at the bowl on top of his head, "Don't shake it. If you shake it again, the bowl will overflow. Be careful or I'll whip you."
Ban Heng gritted his teeth and said: "Sister, I'm the sister of the most beautiful woman in Daye. Can you let me rest a bit? Just a bit."
Ban Han faintly looked at Ban Heng: "Heng di, if you don't exercise properly, when your parents grow old in the future, how will you protect them?"
"You're not good at poetry. You can't be a scholar in the future."
Ban Heng's knees went soft.
"You're not good at painting. You can't sell paintings."
Ban Heng's knees went soft again.
"You're not good at arithmetic. You can't be an accountant."
Ban Heng's knees couldn't get any softer.
"You're not good at horseback archery. You can't be a hunter."
Ban Heng was about to kneel down in front of his sister.
"You're not good at physical work. You can't tell the difference between grain and soil. The only thing you can do is to exercise your strength. You can rely on your strength to make a living. Even if you won't be so poor in the future, at least you'll have a good body. That's the only way to make the bad guys not dare to touch you. "
Ban Heng finally knelt down with a 'plop' sound.
"Sister! I was wrong. "
Ban Han took out a handkerchief to wipe the water off his face. She patted his head with satisfaction: "It's good that you understand. Go change into dry clothes. Then come back and continue."
"Yes." Ban Heng weakly got up from the ground. He looked at the broken bowl on the ground and began to calculate in his mind. In a few years, how many bags of goods would he have to carry at the docks to buy such a fine porcelain bowl?
That afternoon, he went to the housekeeper and inquired. The bowl he broke was produced by the official kiln. The price of a bowl was about 20 taels. It was enough to cover the expenses of an ordinary farmer's family for a year. A worker at the docks could get 5 copper coins for carrying a bag of goods. This was if he was lucky and met a kind foreman.
One tael of silver was 1000 copper coins. 20 taels of silver was 20,000 copper coins. So he had to carry 5000 bags of goods to buy the bowl he was using now?
"Sister!" Ban Heng rushed into Ban Han's courtyard, wailing like a ghost and howling like a wolf. "Let's go bury the silver!"
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