Zhao Qingshu suddenly looked up at the genitals tumbling and spinning in the air, his face turned ashen, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

He practically screamed as he desperately tried to catch his plummeting manhood and stop He Jingyan's movements: "I did it! I did it!"

"I sent assassins to kill Su Shaoyuan! I sent assassins to kill Song Xizhi! I did it all! Aaaaaaah!"

Upon hearing his answer, He Jingyan's expression hardened, and he caught the tumbling organ back into his hand.

He exchanged a glance with Song Xizhi and asked again, "You're not telling the truth. How exactly did you assassinate Su Shaoyuan? How many people did you send? And how did you plan to kill him?"

Zhao Qingshu's mind was completely blank. He stared at He Jingyan's intact genitals, panting heavily with lingering fear, his voice sharper than before.

"Uh...uh...hidden guards...I sent out half of the hidden guards...because I...Song Xizhi, so I want Su Shaoyuan's life!"

He Jingyan shook his head, tossed the life-saving organ in his hand to the jailer beside him, and left the prison with Song Xizhi.

Behind him, he could still hear Zhao Qingshu's heart-wrenching cry: "My manhood!"

"Song Xizhi! You said you would reconnect with my manhood! I've already admitted it, so why haven't you returned my manhood to me yet!"

He Jingyan closed his eyes, his face dark and gloomy.

“Zhao Qingshu did not do it, because your maternal grandfather did not encounter an assassination attempt that night, but rather a fire.”

"Everyone in the family was drugged, and oil was even poured all over the place."

Song Xizhi's eyelids twitched; he hadn't expected the situation that day to be so serious.

However, she had no time to dwell on the past, because the situation was worse than she had imagined.

“Zhao Qingshu hasn’t admitted to anything before, so if what he said is true…”

"The person who contacted the Western Rong, framed the Han family, knew the whereabouts of the late empress, assassinated you and me, and even blew up the rocks during the Fengshan ceremony to create an unusual phenomenon, is someone else entirely."

He Jingyan concealed the heaviness in his heart and patted Song Xizhi's hand reassuringly:

"Don't worry, Zhao Qingshu will still be severely tortured. Let's see if there's any breakthrough in his testimony later."

Song Xizhi had no other choice but to nod and wait for further news.

In the days that followed, a tense atmosphere prevailed in the capital.

Zhao Qingshu's case had far-reaching implications, with countless officials in the capital being implicated and imprisoned one after another.

The court was filled with unease.

Song Xizhi, who had always kept Zeng Yaxian's last words in mind, finally fulfilled them.

His Majesty ultimately ordered that Zeng Yaxian's divorce be successful. Because of her righteous act of putting family members aside and her meritorious service in suppressing the rebellion, she was posthumously granted the title of Marquis of Loyalty and was buried with military honors.

Upon hearing Zeng Ziyong's order, the Zeng family army, which had come from the frontier, would take Zeng Yaxian's remains back to the frontier and not bury her in the Zeng family ancestral graves, but rather with her parents.

When Song Xizhi heard these words, his eyes welled up with tears.

Zeng Yaxian's wish was to go to the frontier and see her hometown, which she had never set foot in. Little did she know that this wish could only be fulfilled after her death.

She never imagined that Zeng Yaxian would end up so stubbornly taking her own life.

She didn't have to die; in fact, she didn't want to live at all.

Song Xizhi thought for a moment, then closed his eyes again before raising his head to look at the person across the square table: "What about Hei Yin?"

He Jingyan stared at the moisture under her eyes, then lowered his gaze and took out a handkerchief from his chest.

It wasn't until she saw that Song Xizhi didn't take her handkerchief, but instead casually wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.

His hand stiffened slightly, then slowly withdrew: "I instructed my men to have Hei Yin accompany her."

Song Xizhi breathed a sigh of relief and nodded sincerely to He Jingyan: "I have to thank you for this."

If it weren't for He Jingyan, His Majesty would likely not have forgiven the Zeng family army for the Zeng father and son's betrayal, nor would he have agreed to Zeng Yaxian's divorce, let alone posthumously honored her.

Song Xizhi knew that the soldiers Zeng and his son brought into the capital were his confidants, but the tens of thousands of Zeng family troops that arrived later were probably kept in the dark.

Otherwise, Zhao Qingshu would never have allowed Zeng Yaxian to show her face in front of so many soldiers.

Hearing this, He Jingyan finally smiled: "It's nothing, it's just a small favor."

"However, there is one more thing."

Song Xizhi looked up at him: "What?"

He Jingyan frowned slightly: "Last night, Zhao Qingshu was tortured to death. Even though he witnessed his manhood being cut into several pieces vertically, he still couldn't clearly explain his relationship with Xirong."

Song Xizhi felt his heart skip a beat: "So what do you think?"

He Jingyan said, "That's why I suspect he's telling the truth. He has no direct connection with the Western Rong."

Song Xizhi sighed and nodded, "That's what I think too."

"But there are so many clues about the Western Rong around him."

He Jingyan reassured him, "Perhaps you can find some clues among the officials you investigated."

After all, Zhao Qingshu said that those bedroom items related to the Western Rong were all sent by his subordinates.

As Song Xizhi pondered, he nodded and said slowly, "I hope so."

After she finished speaking, she suddenly thought of something and looked up abruptly: "You said that officials related to Zhao Qingshu should be implicated and punished, but what about the Song family?"

"It's my dad. Was he implicated?"

There were too many things going on recently, so Song Xizhi hadn't even thought about this matter.

If there is anyone in this world who has a close relationship with Zhao Qingshu, isn't that person the Song family?

He Jingyan noticed that Song Xizhi's previously disappointed eyes suddenly flashed with golden light, and he pondered this for a moment with some confusion.

After confirming that everything was in order, he shook his head firmly: "Zhao Qingshu's matter does not involve the Song family... Although my father-in-law is related to the Zhao family by marriage, Zhao Qianlan is merely a married-out daughter, and she is not on the register..."

He Jingyan was interrupted by Song Xizhi before he could finish speaking.

At this moment, she appeared so selfless and ruthless: "We're getting a divorce, so you don't need to call him father-in-law or Zhao Qianlan mother-in-law... When handling matters, you naturally can't be concerned about this relationship!"

"Things should be handled properly and diligently!"

After saying this, Song Xizhi stood up directly from the soft couch.

He Jingyan looked at her in surprise: "Where are you planning to go?"

Song Xizhi said earnestly, "I'm worried that when people come to arrest Zhao Qianlan, my grandmother's health won't be able to take it! I know medicine, so naturally I'll be there to take care of her."

After saying this, she led her people directly to the Song family.

He Jingyan sat on the soft couch for a long time, pondering the meaning behind Song Xizhi's words.

So he stood up and went to the Dali Temple in person, specifically assigning officials to question the Song family.