I inherited my grandfather's Tang Dynasty assets.

Chapter 41 The Passages of the Tang Dynasty

"Father, weren't we out for a spring outing today? Why did we go back?"

Seeing that the carriage was heading back to Chang'an, Di Renjie immediately asked a question.

Di Zhixun glanced back at Lan Guizhai, feeling that the man seemed particularly interested in his son.

As a normal father would react, it would be safer to go home.

"You can have fun when we get back to Bingzhou. Chang'an is not like our hometown, so it's best not to wander around."

The so-called Eight Treasures Dish is just a dish made with eight different top-quality ingredients. Chen Yue felt it was just so-so after eating it.

As the saying goes, even a clever cook can't cook without rice. In the Tang Dynasty, the variety of seasonings was very limited, and the cooking methods were relatively simple. No matter how skilled the chef was, the dishes they made were just so-so in Chen Yue's eyes.

He wasn't too particular about these things. Although the food was rather ordinary, the dancers' moves were quite good, and Chen Yue enjoyed watching them.

"Ah Si, why are you staring at this food?"

Chen Yue ordered a lot of food, and the three of them were full after eating less than half of it. He noticed that Zhang Si was staring intently at the food on the table, so he asked curiously.

Perhaps seeing that Chen Yue was easy to talk to, the boy hesitated for a moment, scratched the back of his head, and spoke somewhat embarrassedly.

"My lord, this is the first time in my life I've ever eaten such a sumptuous meal. I also have an eight-year-old sister at home who has been frail since childhood. May I take these back to help her recover? Please grant me permission, my lord."

He was about to kneel down before Chen Yue when he was stopped.

On the way here, Zhang Si had told Chen Yue everything about his situation. Although he and his sister were slaves, it was not because their family had committed a crime and been demoted.

Instead, their parents died early, and their lineage was wiped out by their uncle. The brother and sister were forced into slavery to survive, making them pitiful people as well.

They will have the opportunity to regain their good citizenship one day.

"Of course, waiter. Pack up the rest of the food; I'm taking it with me."

Taking leftovers home is a good habit. Chen Yue doesn't like wasting food either. His grandfather taught him when he was a child that he should eat every single grain of rice.

Around 1 or 2 pm, their carriage finally arrived at the gates of Chang'an.

Chang'an City had several entrances and exits, including Mingde Gate, Xuanwu Gate, and Zhuque Gate. Among them, Mingde Gate was undoubtedly the largest and had the most frequent traffic.

Chen Yue visited the Tang Dynasty Never Sleeping City last winter, which was full of modern atmosphere and completely different from the scene now.

Chen Yue did not go in immediately, but stood in front of the city gate, gently touching the cold city wall. Before him were five deep doorways.

Looking out from the gate, the central imperial road points straight to the Big Dipper, with a cacophony of voices and a constant flow of carriages and horses.

Above the gate stands a magnificent wooden pavilion covered with gray tiles, exuding an imposing aura.

This was Chang'an, the true global center of the 7th century, a city that embodied the prosperity of the world.

The carriage had reached its destination. After Seventh Sister paid the fare, Chen Yue prepared to enter the city.

At this point, a problem was discovered: to enter Chang'an, one needed to pass through a travel permit, which was equivalent to a travel permit in the Ming and Qing dynasties. The permit recorded information such as name, place of origin, and age; otherwise, one could not enter.

Chen Yue didn't have such a thing, but it wasn't impossible. Although the Tang Dynasty legal code clearly stipulated that everyone entering the city needed to pass through a checkpoint.

However, every dynasty has a privileged class, and the city guards rarely checked them. It was normal for these people to bring their own people.

Therefore, Chen Yue could only let his seventh sister, who had a previous relationship with the emperor, go to Chang'an first to find Fan Tao at the government office and have him take her in.

He himself waited outside the city gate.

The imperial edict to reinvestigate Yang Wanli's case was issued this morning, explicitly requiring Fan Tao to lead the investigation, with the Dali Temple providing assistance.

This put Fan Tao under immense pressure, but also filled him with excitement. This case reached the highest levels of government, and if he could solve it, promotion and advancement would be just around the corner.

"Tao'er, this case is a bit tricky."

Fan Yue is a renowned expert in solving cases and is also Fan Tao's uncle. He was the chief judge of Yang Wanli's case when he was the Vice Minister of the Court of Judicial Review. Now that the responsibility has fallen on his nephew, he feels obligated to come and help.

Since receiving the imperial decree, they have done a lot, interrogating Hu Shanren. However, after suffering heavy blows, although he has woken up, he is very weak. He lies in bed saying nothing, sometimes crying and sometimes laughing, becoming crazy.

The Imperial Clothing Bureau was one of the five subordinate bureaus under the Imperial Household Department. Its head was called the Imperial Clothing Attendant, a fifth-rank official. There were usually two officials in the bureau, who were responsible for the supply and safekeeping of all the emperor's clothing and for coordinating the seasonal clothing-changing rituals.

Next were four junior officers of the seventh rank, who were the deputy to the emperor and responsible for daily affairs, as well as the clothing of other members of the royal family besides the emperor.

The person who discovered the problem with Yang Wanli's batch of silks and who was poisoned was none other than Liang Gong, one of the former commanders and now the Right Attendant.

Fan Tao had just spoken to him. Liang Gong made no attempt to conceal what happened back then. When the problem was discovered with that batch of silk, he wasn't the only one present; many others were there and could testify.

As for the claim that he conspired with Hu Shanren, they naturally wouldn't admit it.

The difficulty now lies here: since His Majesty has requested a reinvestigation, regardless of the truth for the time being, we must uncover something new that will convince everyone.

Otherwise, a good thing could turn into a bad thing, and his abilities would inevitably be questioned.

Fan Tao gently patted his forehead and sighed.

"Uncle, five years have passed since the case was filed. The batch of poisonous silks from back then has long been destroyed. If what the mute girl said is true, Hu Shanren and Liang Gong will definitely not admit it."

Where should we begin to break this deadlock?

As Fan Tao spoke, Chen Yue's voice and appearance naturally came to mind.

Faced with this five-year-old cold case, Fan Tao was completely lost.

"Sir, the young lady from last time has come; she's in the courtyard."

While the uncle and nephew were chatting, Ma Feng suddenly jogged in.

"Which girl?"

Fan Tao was taken aback.

"It's the Seventh Miss you mentioned, sir. You instructed that if she comes looking for us, we must notify you immediately."

Fan Tao, who had been looking worried, was overjoyed and stood up abruptly.

"Seventh Miss has arrived? Does Your Excellency know that I am completely clueless and have any guidance for me?"

"Tao'er, who is the Seventh Miss?"

Fan Yue was somewhat puzzled.

"Uncle, the Seventh Miss is the maid of the Shennong Envoy. Since she has come to see me, she must have something important to discuss. Please wait here for a moment while I go and see her."

Fan Yue had naturally heard of Shennong Envoy and knew that the Blood Child case was solved under Shennong Envoy's guidance. He suppressed his doubts and did not ask any more questions, urging Fan Tao to hurry over.

"Seventh Miss, have you come to see me today because of some instructions from the master?"

Zhao Qimei stood in the courtyard of the government office when Fan Tao hurried over, cupped his hands, and asked. Everyone who saw this scene was shocked.

Zhao Qimei came to his side and whispered.

"Lord Fan, the young master has arrived in Chang'an, but he cannot enter without permission, so he specifically sent me to find you."

"What? The lord has come to Chang'an?"

Fan Tao was overjoyed.

Zhao Qimei quickly gestured for him to be quiet.

"My lord, please do not make a fuss. The young master is currently outside the city."

"Alright, let's go. I'll accompany you to welcome Your Excellency."