Their Lucky Star Was Transmigrated!

Capital.

It was rainy, sometimes lightning pierced the sky, sometimes boring thunder billowed.

It was in this weather that Yan Jing returned to the capital.

There is no good weather along the way.

Poor had taken three days to travel, but after three or three days, the guards who were with him caught cold in nine out of ten.

Amazingly, most of the imperial envoys were sick, but Yan Jing, who was an imperial envoy, was safe and sound. He ate and slept.

The imperial brigade entered Beijing, and Yan Jing took a shower and changed clothes for the first time before entering the palace to see him.

The Palace of Heaven was where Yongping Emperor handled state affairs.

When Yan Jing arrived at the Temple of Heaven, there was an audience in the Temple of Heaven.

Coincidentally, the person this audience saw was Dingbeihou, who is now in full swing.

"Yuan Shu, it's a bit late for you to come back here!"

After Yan Jing met with Emperor Yongping, Emperor Yongping smiled and said, "Come on, tell me, what kind of person is my nephew?"

"Returning to the sacred decree, Xu Huaiyi did not dare to obey the imperial edict because of the poor language in the imperial edict.

Yan Jing bowed, took out the carefully kept imperial decree from the sleeve cage, held it up with both hands, and raised it above his head.

With Yan Jing's words, Emperor Yongping, who was still smiling just now, instantly sank his face.

Ding Beihou, who was accompanying him, also changed his face and fell to his knees.

"Holy Lord, the child has no status, and the son is not the fault of the father. The minister is willing to take it on his behalf!"

Ding Beihou knelt on the ground and spoke sincerely.

Emperor Yongping glanced at Dingbeihou, spoke lightly, and said, "Why did my brother-in-law say this? Get up, I am not a faint emperor. How can I condemn my nephew for this?"

"Yan Jing, let me talk about it, what's the difference in this imperial decree?"

Emperor Yongping finished talking with Dingbeihou, no matter whether Dingbeihou stood up or not, he turned his head and looked at Yan Jing.

"Return to the Holy Spirit!"

"In terms of purpose, Xu Huaiyi is the eldest son of Hou Dingbei. However, Xu Huaiyi thinks he is the eldest son of Hou Dingbei. With one word difference, he dare not bear the grace of his birth mother, so he dare not obey the edict!"

"Later, Xu Huaiyi learned that his mother had been abandoned by the Xu Mansion, and he himself was also known from the Xu family tree. Therefore, he even dare not give the edict!"

Yan Jing didn't mention Zhao Bingzhen's role in it, not because he was afraid of the Zhao family, but because he didn't want to make a fuss.

Emperor Yongping sat on the dragon chair, silent for a long while.

Ding Beihou remained on his knees, expressionless, but his clenched fists showed that he was not at peace.

His wife was divorced and his eldest son was removed from the genealogy. He didn't know anything about these things.

"Is there such a thing?"

Emperor Yongping sighed faintly, his gaze swept across Ding Beihou's body, and he said lightly, "However, since this is a private matter within the Xu clan, I am not good at imposing interference."

"Then, this will be nothing more!"

"Holy, then, how should Xu Huaiyi's work be rewarded?"

After Emperor Yongping made a decision, Yan Jing followed up and asked.

"Achieving merit is rewarded, and demerit is punished. Xu Huaiyi refuses to impose an edict. I will not hold him accountable. The power should be the balance of merits and demerits!"

Emperor Yongping waved his hand casually, indicating that the matter would end here.

He is a supreme emperor, and the imperial decree is rejected. Does he want face?

However, at the moment when Emperor Yongping finished speaking, a train of thunder fell from the sky and smashed on the roof of the Qiantian Temple.

In the sound of billowing thunder, the roof of the majestic Qiantian Temple was instantly split into a hole in the boss.

The glazed tiles on the roof rustled down.

"Holy Master, beware!"

After all, Ding Beihou was a fierce general who came out on the battlefield. He recovered in an instant, swooped, and protected the still stunned Emperor Yong Ping with his body.

Ding Beihou himself was beaten to blood by the glazed tiles falling from the roof of the Qiantian Temple.