After thinking about it, Chen Yichen called on the carriage and went to the Beizhen Fushi Office, preparing to ask Zhao Hongjie about the progress.

Under the deliberate support of Emperor Yingzong of the Ming Dynasty, the power of the Jinyiwei increased significantly compared with the previous dynasty. Under Wang Zhen's remote control, the Beizhen Fushi could even be rampant. Everyone was disgusted with it, and there was a hint of the Wei Zhongxian factory and guard institutions in later generations.

Now that the sun has not yet set, there are not many people passing by in front of the Beizhen Fushi Gate, revealing a gloomy atmosphere.

Chen Yichen handed over a tael of silver and asked the soldiers stationed at the door to send a message. Now he has gradually adapted to the rules of the officialdom. Many times, if you want to visit someone, the role of a post is not as practical as a silver.

Soon Zhao Hongjie appeared at the door, and there was a strong smell of blood coming to his face.

"Yangbei, why are you here?"

Seeing Chen Yichen appear, Zhao Hongjie was obviously very happy, and subconsciously opened his arms to give him a hug. However, halfway through the movement, Zhao Hongjie stopped by himself because he found the blood stains on his sleeve.

He smiled awkwardly, and Zhao Hongjie continued, "Xiangbei, wait a moment, I'll go in and change my clothes first."

"No need to be so troublesome. I came here today to find you with some serious matters."

"What happened to Zhu Ji?"

As soon as Zhao Hongjie heard about the serious matter, he understood what Chen Yichen was going to ask.

"Um."

"Then you are here just right, the person has been reviewed almost. Do you want to go in and take a look?"

"Entering the imperial prison?"

Chen Yichen asked with some uncertainty, but also curious inside. What is the scene inside the famous imperial prison?

"Yes, but the smell and environment are not very good."

"It's okay, just go in and have a look."

When he heard Chen Yichen confirmation, Zhao Hongjie took him to the North Town Fushi without saying anything.

"Zhaozhu" is a common name in later generations. Its official name is Jinyiwei Town Fushi Prison. The entire prison room is built underground, with solid and thick walls several feet long, and the environment is extremely dark and humid.

After Chen Yichen entered, he smelled an indescribable scent, as if it was a fusion of blood and stench. Through the grille of the prison, you can still see many people lying in the dim prison room.

Just as they walked along the way, these people had almost no movement and did not know whether they were dead or alive.

Zhao Hongjie took Chen Yichen to the door of a execution room. Through the narrow doors and windows, he could see that there were several people tied to the torture instruments inside, moaning in pain.

However, due to the dim light and the faces of these people, they could not tell who they were.

"To the north, these are the people who drank with Zhu Ji on the night of March 14th. Li Da found more than a dozen Jingwei faces and tied them up here with their heads on. So far, they don't know where they are."

"Who are they?"

Chen Yichen asked back.

"You all know each other, namely Zhu Qingyu, Zhu Jin and other Zhu clan relatives in the inner courtyard school."

When Chen Yichen heard these two familiar names, he couldn't help but remember that at the family dinner of Duke Cheng's mansion, these two boys provoked and mocked him.

Sure enough, the feng shui has changed, and now they are no longer worth mentioning in their own eyes.

"What did they say that night?"

"They talked about the visit of the Qianzhangyuan of Hanlin Academy with you, and the experience of your visit to the host after the exam."

"The groom is on the horse!"

The master of celebrating Gao Congratulated him, and the gongs, drums, suona and other blew, and Chen Yichen jumped onto the tall horse.

"Go ahead and welcome the bride!"

Another tribute was heard, and the wedding party began to move around.

At the same time, on the long street outside the official palace, the people of the capital were already standing on both sides, and even the tall buildings on both sides were no exception. The level of lively expectation was no less than that of Chen Yichen's Imperial Street Promotional Officer that day.
Chapter completed!