Only when you return home can you get a little relief.

At home, there are loving parents, understanding wives, filial sons and daughters-in-laws, and smart and well-behaved grandchildren.

The huge prime minister's mansion has many servants, and the house is well managed.

Pinghe got out of the carriage and entered the house. The servant immediately removed the dust and changed his clothes.

But he found that the atmosphere at home was different from the past.

Before he could ask, the housekeeper hurried over and reported:

"Master, it's not good. Both the master and the old lady are sick!"

Pinghe hurriedly followed the butler.

He met his parents in the inner room.

The two of them are old and lying on the bed, in bad condition.

"Son." Zou stretched out his hand tremblingly.

Pinghe hurried to the bed and held his mother's hand.

"Mom, why are you sick? Wasn't you still fine before?"

Asked peacefully and sadly.

"Son, my mother is too old and I can't help getting sick. You don't think about it. How old are you, and my mother is very old..."

Zou said reluctantly, panting.

I?

Pinghe was stunned.

How old is he?

For a moment, Pinghe couldn't remember it at all.

He only remembered that he had been the prime minister for a long time, and Changguo had good weather under his governance.

It's not until recently...

wrong.

Thinking calmly and confusedly.

How many years has he been the prime minister?

How long has King Chang been in power again?

He gave birth to a son himself, and his son gave birth to a grandson again.

Then what? How many years have passed?

Pinghe held his mother's hand, and something seemed to slowly appear in his heart.

"No!"

He shook his head desperately.

He seemed to be thinking of something terrible.

Pinghe quickly suppresses all the thoughts he shouldn't have.

That's fine.

Don't remember, it must be the most terrifying nightmare.

There is always a way to solve the things in China, and it’s okay.

Peacefully comfort yourself.

He summoned his children and grandchildren, and looked at their appearance and felt relieved.

Suddenly, another servant ran over outside.

"Master! King Chang sent a general and brought his troops to our doorstep!"

Pinghe hurried out to see.

At the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, the general read out the will of King Chang to Pinghe.

“Reflect at home?”

The words in the will were repeated peacefully and incredibly.

Then, what is the point of bringing troops here?

Worrying that he won't be able to rebel?

After the general took the people away, Pinghe found someone to find out the situation.

The ministers in the court wrote a letter to impeach Pinghe.

King Chang issued this order.

The situation quickly took a sharp turn for the worse.

From reflection to dismissal.

From resting at home to going to jail.

At the instruction of King Chang, Pingfu was confiscated.

Both his wife and children were captured, and only the dying elderly man and the crying grandson were left in the family.

Pinghe knelt in prison, and his resentment was uneasy.

He yelled:

"My Lord! I am wronged, wronged!"

"I have devoted myself to Changguo and never thought about myself for a moment!"

"I only care about the people of Changguo and the country of Changguo!"

"Your Majesty! How can you listen to the villain's slander and put me in jail!"

His voice echoed in prison, his head buzzing the door.

But no one came to care about him.

He seemed to be forgotten by this world.

Pinghe bumped for a long time, his hands broke, his forehead broke, and he was dizzy, so he had to stop.

He couldn't help crying as he recalled everything he had done for this country and what he had ended today.

Only at this moment does he feel that he is old and useless.

The wrinkles on his face were filled with tears.

He cried for a while.

Outside the cell, footsteps suddenly sounded.

Someone walked in gently.

Pinghe rushed to the door of the cell and poked his head from the iron rods forming the gate.

He stared at the end of the corridor.

A person slowly appeared from the corridor.

This person gave him a slightly familiar feeling.

That was a woman.

In his twenties.

Although his face is young, his eyes seem to contain thousands of years of time and changes.

The woman's pace is not fast or slow.

Step by step, step by step, walk through the rows of prison cells.

Her eyes never stopped around.

When the woman walked to the door of the cell where Pinghe was, she stopped.

She turned around and looked at Pinghe.

This action suddenly ignited the hope in Pinghe's heart.

"Are you here to save me? Save me! Let me go out!"

Pingyan held the iron stick tightly, and asked anxiously at the woman.

The woman smiled faintly.

For some reason, although her clothes were worn very ordinary, they gave her a sense of peace and dignity.

He is obviously a woman, but he has a noble temperament and awesome majesty that is not inferior to any king.
To be continued...