Quick Transmigration: Underdog Turns out to be Untouchable-Chapter 1221 - 1131: Lady Chancellor 69

In the following days, everything was calm. Occasionally, people sent by the Fifth Prince to search would pass by the refugees, completely oblivious to Yin Shuangshuang and her companions.

Yin Shuangshuang and the others successfully arrived in the Capital City, rented a courtyard, and settled in quietly.

Once settled, Yin Shuangshuang immediately sent Yan Qi and others out to gather all information regarding the Fifth Prince. She was never one to suffer losses without retaliation. The way the Fifth Prince had embarrassed her was something she couldn’t swallow.

After giving her instructions, Yin Shuangshuang fell gravely ill. Her illness came fiercely, confining her to bed with a groggy mind, spending more than half of each day asleep.

When Yin Shuangshuang awoke again from her stupor, a white-bearded elder was by her side taking her pulse, not far away, General An and Wang Zhongxuan were talking.

Seeing Yin Shuangshuang awake, both General An and Wang Zhongxuan looked over. Wang Zhongxuan immediately inquired about Yin Shuangshuang’s condition from the elder taking her pulse.

General An, with a stern face, looked at Yin Shuangshuang and said in a slightly low voice, "Miss Yin, do you not consider me a friend, or do you think I, a mere warrior, lack intelligence? Such a major event happened, and along the way it might have been justifiable, but why didn’t you come find me upon returning to the Capital City?"

Yin Shuangshuang blinked, showing a weak smile. "How could that be, it’s just some minor matters that shouldn’t trouble the Great General. Now, I was just about to send someone to find you, General, to ask for your help."

Hearing Yin Shuangshuang say this, General An’s expression eased a little, and he grunted, "Since you have a request, then speak it.

Though I have been cooped up in my mansion for years, there are still some people in the court. Otherwise, do you think I could have safely endured these years just by hiding in my mansion?"

"I have two requests for you, General. First, I ask you to lend me some manpower. Second, I need your Imperial Censor."

General An raised an eyebrow, a puzzled expression on his face. "How did you know I have an Imperial Censor at my disposal?"

"This can be easily predicted. Although General has mostly stayed within your mansion to avoid trouble, it doesn’t prevent people from impeaching you.

Back then, the Emperor wouldn’t protect you, General. Every time you were impeached, you could pass it without incident, naturally because within the Imperial Censors you have your people, either to inform you or to impeach others to divert the attention of the court officials."

Yin Shuangshuang spoke no falsehood just now; she had long planned to use General An. Only after reaching the Capital City did she fall ill and hadn’t had the chance to meet him.

Now that General An came on his own, it saved Yin Shuangshuang the trouble of making a trip.

General An had long been aware of Yin Shuangshuang’s intelligence and wasn’t surprised she could deduce this.

So, General An nodded directly in agreement, "This is easy, I can arrange it with just a word. But, what do you need the Imperial Censors for?"

Yin Shuangshuang coughed twice, a cold smile appearing on her pale face. "Naturally, to teach the Fifth Prince a lesson."

"You want the Imperial Censors under me to impeach the Fifth Prince?" The duty of the Imperial Censor is to impeach officials, so General An could only think of this.

Yin Shuangshuang shook her head. "No, there’s no need for your Censors to take the forefront, that would easily bring trouble upon them, and I’m not one to hurt myself while harming others.

Someone else will impeach the Fifth Prince, then General, all you need is to have your Censors echo the objections.

I’ve always been one to repay every grievance, General, join me in watching this big show that’s about to begin."

......

Recently, the most famous theater in the Capital City put on a new play. The play is about a renowned prince during the warring states of the Three Kingdoms, who endured hardships for ten years, ultimately overthrowing his father to claim the throne.

This prince, after a decade of endurance, erupted and seized the throne in an epic manner. Not only is his story recorded in official history, but countless informal accounts also exist.

Due to the abundance of unofficial stories, the prince’s tale is widespread among the people, and it’s hard to separate truth from fiction.

Therefore, when generations later adapt this prince’s story into plays, they incorporate a lot of unofficial stories and even the theater troupe’s own creative additions.

In this current play, the troupe added their own creativity, narrating how in the prince’s period of endurance, he founded a Ciyoutang to raise orphans.

On the surface, the prince cared for orphans, but secretly he cultivated them into his followers.

Some were trained as Hidden Guards, responsible for his safety and assassinating opponents with different views.

Others were sent to families of royalty and officials as servants or concubines to gather intelligence, ultimately depending on these individuals to launch a palace coup and dethrone his father.

Imperial Censor Xu Qingjing has a fondness for watching plays; he is a regular guest at the theater. With a new play releasing, the theater’s owner sent Xu Qingjing an early invitation, and having a new play to watch, Xu Qingjing naturally arrived on time.

At first, Xu Qingjing leisurely watched while sipping tea, but as the plot progressed, his expression grew increasingly serious. He recalled the Ciyoutang established by the Fifth Prince.

This prompted unwelcome associations, as the Ciyoutang matched the one in the play exactly.

Xu Qingjing listened to the play from a private room. The rooms were adjoining and not soundproofed, though comfortable, and typically theatergoers wouldn’t disturb others.

Generally, the adjacent rooms next to Xu Qingjing’s were quiet, but today his neighbors spoke somewhat loudly.

Normally, if disturbed during a play, Xu Qingjing would certainly scold them; a characteristic of an Imperial Censor is liking to lecture, always wanting to comment on what’s disagreeable—a professional hazard, one might say.

However, this time Xu Qingjing refrained because the conversation from the next room piqued his interest.

In that room were two merchants, complaining to each other.

"Brother Fang, you arrived somewhat late this time. Were you delayed on the road?"

"Oh, don’t mention it. This time’s been unlucky; going home, the government was cracking down on bandits along the road, checking travelers frequently.

Don’t you think it’s ridiculous? I’ve traveled that route many times with my caravan and never heard of bandit issues. How could they launch such an extensive operation all of a sudden?

They didn’t seem to be seriously catching bandits; instead, they extensively troubled traveling merchants, inspecting each caravan.

It was as if they mistook us for bandits. Luckily, the goods I carried weren’t fragile or time-sensitive, otherwise I would’ve suffered great losses."