Dali Temple and Jing Zhaoyin are completely different statuses, and they think that they were also institutions trusted by the emperor back then, but the Criminal Department was not powerful and was at the bottom.

After the new emperor ascended the throne, the tide of the criminal department rose, and the Dali Temple gradually lost its position and fell to the same status as Jing Zhaoyin.

To put it bluntly, Jing Zhaoyin is just an official position in Gyeonggi, in addition to Zuo Feng Yi and Right Fufeng, but Jing Zhaoyin has more power in his hands than the other two, so that Zuo Feng Yi and Right Fufeng have a much lower sense of existence.

However, Dali Temple is a criminal law institution, far from being comparable to Jing Zhaoyin, so it has fallen to the point of competing with Jing Zhaoyin, which makes this Dali Temple Secretary extremely depressed.

In these years, it is really not easy to be an official!

Back at the Punishment Department, the prisoner who was surrounded by dozens of prison guards was not too faceless, and the mighty procession walked out of the depths of the cell and into the large and bright room.

The Shangshu of the Criminal Department waited tremblingly behind a luxurious chair, on which sat a man in a brocade suit, but without an official uniform, he could let the Shangshu of the Criminal Department stand and serve on the side, which showed his high status.

"Come and find out which totem this totem belongs to." The man greeted the prisoner, who had feared everyone, like an old friend.

"And the totem that Young Master Zhuang doesn't know?" The prisoner's face was clean, and the clothes on his body were also neat, and there was no embarrassment, but just looking at the position where he was held, it was clear that this was not a small role.

"Isn't that giving you a chance?" Zhuang Huifeng replied with a smile.

Not long after returning to the Zhuang family, Zhuang Huifeng received the news and rushed to the criminal department, in order to explain a matter to the emperor.

If he couldn't find out, he wouldn't want to go home tonight.

He hadn't seen his lovely brother for a long time, how could he bear to let him sleep alone.

"I'll see." The prisoner was a facial paralysis, and he injured his face when he was being hunted down, but his face was not so terrifying when he was cured, but he ended up with facial paralysis.

The body was placed on the ground in the distance, and after the prisoner was allowed to approach, the white cloth covering the body was lifted.

The corpse's face was cut dozens of times, and after being treated, it still looked abominable and bloody and blurred.

"Tsk, it's the same as what I had at the beginning." The prisoner's tone was a little excited, but the paralyzed face made people look at it and only felt very disagreeable.

"Left chest." Zhuang Huifeng didn't have time to let the prisoner recall the past, so he directly said the location.

The prisoner looked at the left chest of the corpse with some regret and helped Zhuang Huifeng recognize the totem.

"It looks like it's freshly engraved." The prisoner touched the totem position.

"It was carved by someone after this man's death."

Zhuang Huifeng raised his head and stared straight in the direction of the prisoner and the corpse.

"And it's not a totem yet."

"It's a patchwork of three new totems."

"Tianshu, Tianxuan, Tianquan."

"The Big Dipper, I got three of them, it's pretty powerful."

When the prisoner had finished talking to himself, he covered himself with the white cloth, and he was no longer interested in looking at the scars on the corpse's face.

"Tianshu, Tianxuan, Tianji, and Tianquan are all the way, Yuheng, Kaiyang, and Shaoguang are all the way, and the Big Dipper has been dispersed ten years ago." Zhuang Huifeng did not show a trace of surprise.

In fact, Zhuang Huifeng himself had already recognized the totem, and he asked the prisoner to come out, not just to identify a totem, what he wanted to ask was the carving of the totem.