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The content is about an old case of the Yuanshun Emperor.

The imperial censor, Cheri Timur, was falsely accused of corruption. No one dared to speak for him, and he eventually died in prison unjustly.

According to historical records, three months after the death of Cheri Timur, the real corrupt official was discovered, but he was already dead.

Cheng Hechuan wrote at the end of his note: "The death of Cheri Timur was not due to his guilt, but because of the lack of words. The Yuan Dynasty died because of the lack of communication, not because of bandits."

After he finished writing, he folded the notes and put them in his sleeve.

Early the next morning, he did not go to the History Museum, but to the East Palace.

There are fewer guards in the East Palace than in the Imperial Palace, but there are quite a few gates that should be in place.

Cheng Hechuan reported his official name, handed over a greeting card, and waited at the door for about a quarter of an hour.

What came out was a middle-aged scribe with a thin face, three long beards, and a green straight jacket. He didn't look like an official, but more like a teacher.

"Cheng Yushi," the man cupped his hand, "I am accompanying Fang Xiaoru in the Lower East Palace. His Royal Highness, please come in."

Cheng Hechuan's heart skipped a beat.

Fang Xiaoru.

The one who was killed by Zhu Di among the ten tribes in history.

At this moment, he stood in front of him, with the high-spirited spirit of a young man in his eyes. He had no idea what kind of disaster he would encounter in thirty years.

"Mr. Fang," Cheng Hechuan returned the gesture, "Thank you."

Fang Xiaoru led him through the front yard, through a moon gate, and to the study room in the East Palace.

The study is not large, but it is extremely elegantly decorated.

There is a row of bookshelves against the wall, with all kinds of classics neatly stacked on them.

A copy of "Zizhi Tongjian" is spread out on the desk, and a half-drunk cup of tea is placed next to it.

Prince Zhu Biao was sitting behind the desk, holding a pen in his hand, as if he was reviewing something.

Hearing footsteps, he looked up.

"Your Majesty, Cheng Hechuan, comes to see His Highness the Crown Prince." Cheng Hechuan knelt down and saluted.

"Get up." Zhu Biao's voice was still so gentle, completely different from his father with a bad temper. "Sit down."

Cheng Hechuan sat down on the chair next to him, and Fang Xiaoru stood beside Zhu Biao, looking at him calmly.

"Cheng Yushi," Zhu Biao put down his pen, "The greeting card you handed over said that there is a copy of "Notes on the Compilation of History" that you want to show me?"

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