Qingping in the wind
The wind in the capital was covered in frost, making people's faces hurt.
The gilt stone lions of Jiang Mansion were mottled by the cold rain, and only the side door of the red lacquer door was open. The concierge hid in the shadows when he saw the officials' children. Everyone was spreading rumors that Jiang Wenyuan, the former head of the Ministry of Household Affairs, had been impeached. The impeachment memorials for "corrupting money and arranging grain" were piled up in front of the imperial court. The general of the auxiliary state, Gu Chengping, filed a lawsuit in court, and his demotion was decided within three days: Cheng of Linxi County, Qingzhou, was to leave Beijing immediately.
In teahouses and restaurants, rumors are like thorns.
"Miss Jiang's family spent a lot of money on a walking stick a few days ago, but now she has to weigh even a silver hairpin."
"In the past, a noble lady always looked up to her head at banquets, but now she has become the daughter of a guilty minister and the biggest laughing stock in the capital!"
Jiang Qing sat in front of the window, listening to the gossip across the street, twirling lotus seeds between her fingertips and laughing lightly. The maid blushed in anger, but she just shook her head: "No need."
No one knew that as night fell, a figure in green passed through the streets. The light of the sword flashed under the moonlight, quietly cutting open a corner of the court curtain.
At this time, good news came from northern Xinjiang - Gu Huai, the son of the general of the auxiliary state, had defeated the Xiongnu and returned to the court victorious.
The wind in the capital is getting tighter.
Intention: growth
