Jiang Sulan: “…”

Although she didn't know what a department store was, she could hear the resentment in Jiang Zhiyu's tone.

What did they say that day?

Jiang Sulan was full of curiosity.

…

At the same time, Taohong's distant cousin Zeng Ju, who was guarding outside Song Shiwei's courtyard, also received news from Taohong and a confession.

Although Song Shiwei was imprisoned, due to her relationship with the prime minister, the guards outside turned a blind eye. Zeng Ju stuffed a silver ingot into the guard's hand and sneaked into the courtyard without much effort.

Chunxiu has been worried these days. She was so anxious that a big blister appeared on the corner of her mouth and she couldn't eat.

She walked to the gate of the yard and looked around anxiously.

It's been a few days, the Prime Minister should have received the news, why is there no movement yet?

She was thinking and didn't notice the footsteps behind her.

The person covered her mouth and carried her into the room before speaking: "Don't shout, I was sent by the Prime Minister's Mansion."

Chunxiu nodded frantically.

Zeng Ju then let her go.

As soon as he let go, Chunxiu couldn't wait to ask, "What's going on outside? Has the Prime Minister received the news? Why hasn't the young lady been released yet?"

Zeng Ju sighed: "I still need your help in this matter."

Hearing what he said, Chunxiu immediately had a bad feeling in her heart. She forced a smile and said, "Me? I'm a weak woman, how can I help?"

"Of course," Zeng Ju chuckled, her eyes filled with malice. "As long as you admit your guilt and say that you framed Miss Song, the Dali Temple will have evidence and will definitely release you. This matter will then be easily resolved."

Let her take the blame? !

Chunxiu opened her mouth slightly, her heartbeat quickening: "But, but I don't know how to make perfume!"

"You don't need to know how to do it, and no one cares whether you can or not. What's important is that only you can put this thing on Miss Song."

Zeng Ju shrugged and said indifferently.

Chunxiu was panicked and her heart was beating like a drum.

"No..." She thought she shouted loudly enough, but in fact it was like a mosquito flapping its wings, and Zeng Ju couldn't hear it clearly for a while.

But this did not prevent him from guessing what Chunxiu said based on her behavior.

Zeng Ju shook her head. "You can't say that. If it weren't for Miss Song, how could any of your family survive when the creditors were collecting debts? Now I'm just returning this life to your savior. As a person, you can't be so selfish."

Chunxiu dug her nails deep into the palm of her hand, leaving several red marks.

She looked at Zeng Ju with a slightly crazy look in her eyes: "Bah, what savior? Do you really think I don't know that those people were clearly sent by her!"

This is different from what Taohong told Zeng Ju. However, Zeng Ju curled the corners of her lips. What does it have to do with him?

Judging from Chunxiu's expression, persuasion was clearly not going to work for her, so she had no choice but to try another approach...

He leaned forward, a dagger slipped from his sleeve, he grabbed it with his right hand and put it behind his back.

Chunxiu didn't notice his movements, but as she saw him approaching step by step, alarm bells rang in her mind. She lifted the table and ran out the door.

Zeng Ju didn't expect her to be so vigilant and was stopped for a moment. Seeing Chunxiu was about to run to the door, he took two steps at a time and pulled her back by her hair.

Her screams were muffled by his hands. Zeng Ju plunged the dagger straight into her chest. When she was completely motionless, he grabbed her hand and gripped the hilt tightly, pretending that she was committing suicide.

After getting into position and placing the confession next to her, Zeng Ju straightened her clothes and walked out through the side door.

He did not leave, but hid at the entrance of the alley and observed.

It was not until a piercing scream was heard and the guards ran into the mansion that Zeng Ju turned and left.

…

Inside the Dali Temple, Shi An was sitting in the hall as the guards below reported tremblingly, "We were guarding the door when we heard a scream. We rushed in and saw her collapsed in the room with a confession beside her. It seemed...she had a change of heart and committed suicide out of fear of the crime."

Shi An raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then said coldly, "Go and ask Prime Minister Jiang."

The timing of the confession was too coincidental, but Shi An had to admit that this confession solved a big problem for him.

No matter whether it was a change of heart, suicide out of fear of punishment, or some other hidden secret, as long as there was evidence and the criminal, it was enough for him to report to his superiors without offending anyone.

An incense stick later, Jiang Zhaorong finally arrived, but his expression did not look happy at all.

Shi An just raised the corner of his lips when he saw a small figure behind Jiang Zhaorong, and his smile froze on his face.

It was Jiang Zhiyu.

[Let me see what happened. Who committed suicide?]

Jiang Zhaorong: “…”

Jiang Zhaorong regretted it so much that his intestines turned green.

He shouldn't have asked that question, as Jiang Zhiyu happened to hear it and had to follow him.

The victim came over by herself, and Shi An looked at her, feeling inexplicably guilty.

Jiang Zhiyu said softly, "I heard that Song Shiwei's maid wrote a confession, admitting that she framed Song Shiwei, and even committed suicide in the courtyard?"

Shi An heard full of sarcasm in her simple words.

A cold sweat slid down his forehead. "Yes, maybe my conscience has come to my senses and I feel bad about it."

Jiang Zhiyu chuckled again: "As for conscience, if it exists, it exists, and if it doesn't, it doesn't exist. There is no such thing as awakening it. I think that Lord Shi, who is in the officialdom, understands this principle better than a little girl like me."

[He's finally having a change of heart. His ancestors must have been chefs. How can he pass the buck?]

Shi An broke out in a cold sweat. You are not a little girl at all. You feel so oppressed. You might as well be a little ancestor!

He looked at Jiang Zhaorong repeatedly with a helpless look.

Prime Minister Jiang, please say something!

Stop standing there like a pillar. She is your daughter. Say something!

Perhaps sensing his pleading gaze, Jiang Zhaorong spoke, "Zhiyu, there are always exceptions. You may not know that Shi Wei was once this maid's savior, so she must have felt guilty for doing this. She thought about it day and night, knowing she couldn't harm her benefactor, and so she committed suicide out of fear of guilt."

[Great job! If there was a lie-making contest, I'd be there to call you out for your involvement if you didn't win first place!]

Jiang Zhaorong: “…”

His face suddenly darkened.

"Savior? Then why did this maid want to harm me and my brother?"

Jiang Zhaorong lowered his eyes. "She was delusional and wanted Kang An. When she learned that Shi Wei was going to Zuiyuelong with you, she had this idea in her mind. Because she was afraid that Shi Wei would find out about the fragrance on her body, she secretly stuffed it on Shi Wei while serving her. But she never thought that the three of you would go together without anyone else except Ah Fu."