264, Perverted Factory Owner 15

The Yihe Palace, where the current emperor spent his old age, was also the residence of many concubines and imperial concubines.

Zong Zheng Qingqi did not treat the concubines badly. As long as they had princes and princesses, and those princes and princesses had set up their own residences or married, they could leave the palace and live with their children.

For example, the third princess's mother, Concubine Min, followed the third princess to the princess' residence after she got married, and her life was more comfortable than in the palace.

The fifth prince was young, but he still lived in the palace. Concubine Jiang was the most beloved concubine of the emperor. Out of consideration for his son's filial piety, Zong Zheng Qingqi specially asked Jiang, who was promoted to imperial concubine, to serve Emperor Chengqing. In this palace, Wanqi Lan and Zong Zheng Qingqi's ears and eyes were watching her every day. When other concubines avoided the emperor, Concubine Jiang had to endure the anger in her heart and serve Emperor Chengqing, an old man who could not speak or move.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the emperor had no hope at all. Even if the young emperor was filial, he could not hide the fact that this man had become a cripple who needed someone to take care of his excrement and urine.

Many concubines in the palace were still young, and those with children still had a future. Those concubines who had no children and had not been favored many times almost hated Emperor Chengqing to death. How could they be willing to see him and serve him?

And the mothers of the two eldest and third princes, Concubine Ping and Concubine De, were exhausted after learning of their sons' death. They were just struggling to survive in this deep palace.

The Summer Palace was not big, but Emperor Chengqing had many concubines. The small palace seemed particularly crowded. The concubines who used to live alone in a palace could only squeeze into a few side rooms with some nobles. The number of palace servants who served them was also reduced several times. Because there were many people and a small place, there were inevitably more disputes. Anyway, they were all yesterday's news. The concubines who used to have clear levels could not care so much anymore. They quarreled all day long and never stopped.

"Ahhh——"

At this time, there was a stench of feces and urine in Emperor Chengqing's bedroom. In the huge palace, there was not even a maid or eunuch to serve. Only Jiang Fengjiao stood in the shadows, looking at the emperor who kept wailing and looking at her with hatred.

If Jiang Fengjiao hated Yan Chu the most, who gave her hope and disappointed her, then the second person she hated must be Emperor Chengqing.

If the other party had not favored Xiao Chu and supported such an untrained eunuch, how could she have fallen to this point today? If the other party had not left the throne to the son of Wanqi Lan, the bitch, at the last moment, she would be the empress dowager now, living in Yining Palace, enjoying the worship of the ladies, and living a life of luxury.

Instead of being trapped in this small place, relying on others, and being frightened all day long because she did not have enough strength to deal with those people.

All this was brought to her by Xiao Chu and Emperor Chengqing.

Therefore, during these days in the Summer Palace, Jiang Fengjiao never let Emperor Chengqing have a good day.

Compared with the retired emperor who was in his twilight years, the palace maids and eunuchs were obviously more willing to please her, the imperial concubine who gave birth to the second prince. Moreover, Emperor Chengqing could not speak or move, so even if he wanted to complain, he could not speak. As long as the surface work was done well, how could the new emperor and the empress dowager know what he had suffered and punish these insincere palace servants for him.

Now, except for the exposed skin, Emperor Chengqing had no good meat on his body. Most of the wounds were caused by Jiang Fengjiao with needles. It was painful enough, but it only left an almost invisible needle hole on the skin surface. After a few days, the wound would subside again.

For Emperor Chengqing, in these few months in the Summer Palace, he truly felt what it meant to be worse than death.

Now, what made him even more desperate was what Jiang Fengjiao said about someone in the previous dynasty beating the drum of injustice. The person who complained was Yan Chu, the eldest son of Yan Zhaonan, who was supposed to die in the tragedy of exterminating the family 23 years ago. The person he sued was him, the former emperor who had become the emperor emeritus.

"Ah-ah-ah-"

Emperor Cheng Qing could only scream with all his might. What Yan Chu, it must have been arranged by Xiao Chu. Isn't he the eldest son of Yan Zhaonan? How could there be a second Yan Chu?

The other party was ambitious, and his son actually let the other party manipulate him and make this secret known. When the whole world knows about this, he will become a famous tyrant in history books and be despised by the people.

"Tsk tsk tsk, are you very angry?"

Jiang Fengjiao specially sent this news just to see Emperor Cheng Qing's mad look. She was far away from the bed, because the smell would not be so pungent.

At first, the palace servants were quite diligent. After all, even if Emperor Chengqing was paralyzed, he was still an emperor. However, seeing that the empress dowager and the emperor only came once when the emperor moved to the palace, and only occasionally let the palace servants come to see him, the palace servants who served in the Summer Palace began to be less dedicated.

Emperor Chengqing's life began to become difficult. In addition to enduring the torture from Jiang Fengjiao, he also had to endure the pain of having a bed full of feces and urine, but no one helped him change it.

Now it is cold, even if there is a charcoal fire in the room, the wet bedding can still pierce people's bones and cause pain. Emperor Chengqing's back is full of frostbitten sores. The palace servants are also afraid that he will really die. At that time, the empress dowager and the emperor will definitely investigate even if they don't care about the emperor. So they changed their practices slightly and came to help him change the mattress twice a day. If he urinated or defecated the rest of the time, he could only bear it.

A dignified emperor fell into this state. I am afraid that there will be no other one in history books except the king who lost his country.

Jiang Fengjiao covered her nose and looked at Emperor Cheng Qing with great disgust.

"This is the good son you picked. He helps outsiders to deal with you. If you don't know, you would think that eunuch is his real father." Jiang Fengjiao finally understood. With her scheming and strength, she would not know where she lost even if she was beaten to death by Xiao Chu.

As long as she behaved well, she could still be a queen dowager when her son came of age and was enfeoffed.

So she could only endure no matter how much hatred she had and vent it all on Emperor Cheng Qing.

"Ah ah - vomit -"

Emperor Cheng Qing was so angry that his stomach churned and he vomited all the cold porridge he drank in the morning.

The smell of feces and urine plus the sour smell of vomit, Jiang Fengjiao shrugged disgustedly, looking at Emperor Cheng Qing soaked in a pile of filth, she felt that her anger for today was over, and she was too lazy to look at the unbearable scene again, so she left with a sweet smile.

******

"Ah-ah--"

Emperor Cheng Qing was still immersed in the anger of the news brought by Jiang Fengjiao, when he saw a group of unfamiliar-looking underground palace people appear in his bedroom.

Those people all had wooden faces, fished him out of the pile of filth, and then helped him bathe, wash his hair, apply moisturizing cream, put on clean clothes, and carefully groomed his whole body.

Because his face was haggard, those people also took out some women's powder to help him cover up his complexion, making his skin look rosy, just like an ordinary person.

Emperor Cheng Qing could not resist the actions of those people. He had already vaguely guessed in his heart who sent them and where they would take him.

"Ah-ah-ah--"

He could only roar hoarsely, that unfilial son, how dare he, how dare he.

Having a father who bears a bad name, is it a good thing for him? Since ancient times, how could a son judge his father? If he did this, he would be struck by lightning and die a miserable death. What kind of magic potion did Xiao Chu feed him?

But Emperor Chengqing knew that he was more panicked. He knew that this time, he was finished.

*****

In the Golden Palace, the position of the emperor was side by side with the dragon throne. Even if Emperor Chengqing was the subject of today's trial, as long as he was still the emperor, he could still sit in that position.

Some old ministers in the court who had experienced the tragedy of exterminating the family more than 20 years ago looked at the skinny old man next to the dragon throne with mixed feelings. The cruelty and madness in the other's eyes made all the ministers sigh in their hearts.

I'm afraid that until now, he still feels that his original approach was correct. The only mistake was that he didn't kill all the people in the Yan family.

The wounds of the man who claimed to be Yan Chu had healed under the careful treatment of the imperial physician. As his evidence was presented one by one, it was already clear who was right and who was wrong in the tragedy.

Except for Emperor Chengqing's futile groaning and roaring, everyone had a conclusion about the case in their hearts.

"Commander Xiao."

Zong Zheng Qingqi looked at the pile of evidence on the table, feeling the gaze of Emperor Cheng Qing, as if he was on edge. After all, that was his father. Did he really want to judge his father in front of the whole world?

The little emperor shrank into his tortoise shell, wanting to leave it all to Xiao Chu to deal with.

"Your Majesty, this is just the first step in your personal rule." Yan Chu shook his head, not intending to make a decision for the little emperor.

His eyes looked at Zong Zheng Qingqi so lightly, but it brought great pressure to Zong Zheng Qingqi.

Zong Zheng Qingqi gritted his teeth. The unfinished meaning revealed in Xiao Chu's words was what he had always wanted. He knew that if he chose to deceive the world for the sake of the royal family's face, how would that man look at him?

Restore the reputation of the Yan family and let the emperor issue a self-criticism edict, this is already inevitable.

"Ahhh——Poof——"

Emperor Cheng Qing could see the little emperor's compromise. At this point, he finally couldn't help it. He trembled, spit out a mouthful of blood, and stared straight in the direction of Xiao Chu.

He took away his kingdom, let him be tortured by his most beloved woman, and now let him watch his son throw him into an unforgivable hell.

He let him live just to let him experience more despair that is worse than death.

Xiao Chu, he is really vicious!

The author has something to say: There is still a chapter to end, it may be a little late