My Dear Wife, Please Be Gentle!-Chapter 1235 - 1241: Who is the Culprit?

"Ever since the Emperor turned forty, his health has declined," Qin Longyun analyzed. "Yet he has a strong fate; several times he faced deadly peril, but he survived each ordeal. Now, even Master Xiao cannot predict how much longer he will live. Moreover, with King Qin’s power growing day by day, the Emperor is definitely shaken."

Prince Liang, concerned about losing his power, made preparations, which was understandable.

Furthermore, King Qin uncovered evidence of corruption in the Empress’s Bloodline and suffered considerable loss due to the counterattack from Duo Meifang. This forced Prince Liang to urgently need a large amount of gold to fill the gaps, compelling him to dispatch more people to hasten the mining.

Qiao Duo’er pursed her lips, "He’s too anxious. If he did nothing and merely relied on being the legitimate eldest son, his odds would be better than now."

"Duo’er, do you have any idea?"

Qiao Duo’er gestured for the others to gather close and whispered a few words; after hearing her out, everyone gave her a thumbs up.

"Indeed, no merchant without guile; Prince Liang truly has rotten luck to meet you."

"You lampoon me when you could be contacting King Qin. We alone can’t deal with Prince Liang," Qiao Duo’er kindly reminded.

It wasn’t that the plan wasn’t perfect, but rather that with his power, Prince Liang could easily crush them. It was likely to end up just like last time, with only a few scapegoats suffering.

Qin Longyun solemnly replied, "I’ll arrange it right away."

Half a month later, rumors were flying everywhere.

"Have you heard? The bodhisattva at Changjing Convent in the west of the city wept tears of blood. Did something happen?"

"The same at Ningan Temple in the south of the city; something big must be about to happen!"

"Nevermind those small temples. I heard even the bodhisattva at Huguo Temple wept tears of blood, and it happened on the day a Saint sought blessings!"

"It must be some official committing heinous deeds. Even the bodhisattva can’t stand it anymore."

"I think the current Magistrate is decent, divine in passing judgments, and not corrupt. It definitely isn’t bad luck for our Ning Tian Mansion."

"Of course, the highest official in the Mansion City is just a Fourth Rank; how could he have alarmed so many bodhisattvas? It’s surely someone with a significant reputation!"

"Right, if bodhisattvas cared about every minor official, they would be crying every day!"

Even a three-year-old child knows that corruption is common everywhere.

"Could it be Lord Liang?"

"I reckon so, the bodhisattva’s tears of blood started from our Ning Tian Mansion."

"I didn’t say it, and I advise you to avoid speaking recklessly. Be wary, it could lead to fatal disasters."

"I think we better not leave our homes recently. Bodhisattvas weeping, no matter the reason, signifies that troubling times are ahead!"

"Right, let’s just focus on living our lives and leave the worries to others."

With such mysterious events, the longer the rumors circulated among the people, the more sensational they became.

Eventually, it turned into claims that Lord Liang was a calamity incarnate, which would sever the fate of the Daxing Dynasty. The tears of the bodhisattva were a divine warning, and the only solution was to kill Lord Liang.

At King Liang’s Other House.

"The common people outside are saying... they say you have caused heaven’s fury by your immorality, Your Highness. The Emperor believes these slanderous words, and has confined the Empress and her family," said the guard, his voice faltering.

Prince Liang frowned deeply, "Have you found who is spreading these vicious rumors?"

He must have been set up by someone at a time when he took such a big fall.

"Not yet."

The guard bowed even lower.

The temples had started having issues a month ago, and the rumors had flown instantly; their people simply couldn’t react in time.

Now even a three-year-old child knows about Prince Liang being a calamity; where could they possibly find the culprit?