"Have you ever seen the person who delivered the letter?" Chen Jin stared at Dong Zhanqing with his eyes as sharp as a knife.

Dong Zhanqing shook his head bitterly, "The letter was sent anonymously. I didn't see the sender."

Hong Yingrong calmly said, "This is clearly a carefully orchestrated conspiracy to provoke conflict between the Great Zhou and the Western Rong. Lord Dong, it is truly disappointing that you, as an official appointed by the imperial court, have been so thoughtlessly exploited."

Dong Zhanqing lowered his head in shame and was speechless.

Chen Jin decisively ordered the Imperial Guards to take all the members of the Dong family to the imperial prison instead of the Jingzhao Yin prison.

Such a decision surprised Hong Yingrong. If what Dong Zhanqing and his wife said was true, they were just using Chunhong's body as a substitute, and the real murderer was not them.

Upon hearing that she was going to be sent to the Imperial Prison, Madam Dong suddenly knelt down in front of Hong Yingrong, crying bitterly, "Madam, please save our Dong family! We really have been framed..."

Dong Zhanqing was not afraid of the harsh punishment in the imperial prison, but he was worried that his wife would not be able to bear the pain and torture there.

"Yes, it was my fault for wanting to cover up the scandal of my daughter's elopement. Old Madam, since I am also from the Xingyuan Army, please at least let my wife stay in the mansion."

Hong Yingrong frowned slightly, and after a moment's contemplation, she said, "To save the Dong family, we must first find the real culprit behind the scenes. Have you ever offended anyone?"

Dong Zhanqing and his wife looked at each other, and finally Dong Zhanqing sighed: "Our Dong family has no enemies in the court, but if we talk about people we have offended..."

He hadn't finished speaking, but Hong Yingrong already understood what he meant.

Court struggles have always been complex and cruel. Sometimes you don't even need to offend people directly; you can become a thorn in the enemy's side just because of your different positions.

"Eunuch Chen, can I have a word with you for a moment?" Hong Yingrong turned her gaze to Chen Jin, her tone solemn.

Chen Jin nodded slightly to show his agreement: "Madam, if you have any advice, please feel free to tell me." Then he walked towards the door.

"Since it has been confirmed that the person in the coffin is not Miss Dong, then the body will be handed over to Lord Qiao of the Ministry of Justice for a thorough investigation. I believe that the cause of death and whether it is related to the Western Rong delegation will be quickly determined." Hong Yingrong analyzed clearly.

Chen Jin nodded in agreement, "What the old lady said is absolutely right. I think so too."

Hong Yingrong's gaze turned to Xiangqin, who was still standing by the coffin. She sighed softly and continued, "If the dispute between the imperial court and the Western Rong can be successfully resolved, it would be a blessing for the world. However, although Chunhong was a commoner, her death must be justified."

"Please rest assured, old madam. I will definitely see this matter through to the end." Chen Jin promised solemnly.

Hong Yingrong pondered for a moment before offering her suggestion: "The current urgency isn't to immediately hold everyone in the Dong residence accountable. In my opinion, Eunuch Chen should lure the snakes out of their holes and see who will lose their composure and reveal their true colors."

Upon hearing this, Chen Jin immediately understood Hong Yingrong's intention.

The person who delivered the letter was obviously trying to drag the Dong family into the water. If he saw that he had led the Imperial Guards here with great fanfare today but ultimately returned empty-handed, he would probably be impatient to take action again.

"Thanks to the old lady's guidance, I am deeply grateful." Chen Jin expressed his respect sincerely. "Everyone in the Dong Mansion must not leave the house for the time being. After His Majesty makes a decision, further arrangements will be made."

Leaving behind a few imperial guards to guard Dong's mansion closely, Chen Jin hurried away and returned to the palace to report.

In the mourning hall, only Hong Yingrong, Xiangqin and the Dong couple were left.

Hong Yingrong slowly walked to Xiangqin's side, patted her shoulder gently, and comforted her: "Xiangqin, you did a good job. If Chunhong is still alive, she will be grateful to you."

With tears in her eyes, Xiangqin nodded firmly, "Madam, I don't ask for anything. I just want justice for Sister Chunhong."

Dong Zhanqing and Mrs. Dong also looked at Hong Yingrong with gratitude. They knew in their hearts that they were able to escape the disaster temporarily this time thanks to the old lady's clever mediation to Chen Jin.

Hong Yingrong returned home, feeling a little relieved. Xiangqin followed her instructions and returned to Beiyuan to rest. The travel and shock of the past few days had been a real burden for her.

As soon as she stepped into the main hall, her daughter-in-law Jiang Shuxiu came to greet her and bowed gently, "Mother, you are back."

Hong Yingrong looked at Jiang Shuxiu and saw that there seemed to be a hint of sadness between her brows. Her face was not as rosy as it was a few days ago. She couldn't help but feel a little worried. "Shuxiu, you don't look well. Are you feeling unwell?"

Jiang Shuxiu was slightly stunned, then forced a smile, "Mom, I'm fine. Maybe I didn't get enough rest these days."

As she spoke, she gently stroked her slightly bulging belly, her eyes revealing endless tenderness, full of cherishment and care for the upcoming new life.

"You're pregnant, so you can't be careless." Hong Yingrong's tone was full of concern. "Mother Han, please ask the doctor from Qianjin Hall to come to the mansion tomorrow and check Shuxiu's pulse."

Mother Han responded from the side: "Yes, old lady, I will go there early tomorrow morning."

Jiang Shuxiu felt warm at heart after hearing this. She knew her mother-in-law really cared about her. "Thank you, mother. I'm sorry for worrying about you."

"You are my daughter-in-law, so naturally I have to worry about you." Hong Yingrong smiled and patted Jiang Shuxiu's hand. "There are a lot of things going on in the mansion these days. Let Rui'er tell the servants to do anything. You should rest when it's time to rest."

Jiang Shuxiu returned to Tingyuxuan, and her personal maid Ruier handed her a soft pillow so that she could sit comfortably.

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