Jiang Zhiyu got off work at five in the afternoon. Jiang Zhaorong came to pick her up in person and asked her briefly about her work for the day.

Jiang Zhiyu Ge You was lying in the carriage, holding a storybook in one hand and snacks in the other, just like a salted fish.

I really enjoy getting off work. It feels like being released from prison.

Jiang Zhaorong chuckled and shook his head.

"The old lady and Shi Wei have been ill these past few days. When you return, tell the maids who serve you to be alert and not to bring anything back from that place."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded.

[It's not that I'm sick, it's that I'm secretly waiting to do something bad to you!]

[But by the way, have you found the gardener yet? The Dali Temple is so useless, how could they not even find someone?]

[But my Prime Minister father is pretty useless. He's probably forgotten all about this.]

【This one still depends on me! 】

Jiang Zhaorong picked up a piece of cake and fed it to Jiang Zhiyu, trying to block her mouth.

Does that mean he doesn't want to catch it? That means he can't catch it!

I'm already in the general's mansion. How can I act rashly before I find out who He Yanting is?

After returning home, Jiang Zhiyu went straight to bed and fell asleep in a few minutes.

While she was sleeping soundly, Song Shiwei was standing at the door of the woodshed. Looking at the two people shivering as they got dressed, he couldn't help but hold his forehead.

Although Song Shiwei's courtyard had a new group of people, all the maids were obedient to her because of her ability to win people's hearts.

Wu Jing was originally a wine-drinking and meat-loving monk. When he saw that the maids in the prime minister's mansion were all very pretty, he secretly became lustful and kept teasing them.

Song Shiwei saw it and was worried that he would be discovered. Coincidentally, the old lady closed the courtyard due to illness, so he followed suit and hid Wujing in the woodshed, locking it at other times and opening it only during meal times.

Even so, he still found a loophole.

The maid was kneeling on the ground, her frail body shivering in the cold wind, looking quite pitiful.

Song Shiwei's eyes were filled with disgust. He didn't look at her, but looked at Wu Jing, who looked a little guilty but not much, and gritted his teeth: "What did I tell you?"

If it weren't for Jiang Zhiyu's great reputation and his repeated setbacks, and if this man in front of him hadn't been so serious and had the demeanor of a master, he wouldn't have asked him to come back!

The money has already been spent. If he asks for it back, there's no guarantee that this person won't go all out and start yelling in the streets. Song Shiwei's chest was heaving with anger, but he had to say in a gentle voice, "Can't you even endure these few days?"

Wu Jing brushed off his sleeves. People like him would take advantage of others as long as they were a little tolerant of him.

Especially in this situation, if it were someone from an ordinary family, they would have kicked him out long ago, but Song Shiwei was still being nice to him...

Wu Jing raised the corners of her lips. In front of Song Shi's slightly incredulous eyes, she pulled the maid over and kissed her provocatively, muttering, "What's the big deal! I've locked it all up, who can see it? Who can find out?"

Song Shiwei looked at him coldly, but Wu Jing was not afraid at all. "If you don't say anything, I won't say anything either. When the time comes, I'll show up in the Madam's courtyard and say a few words. Anyway, your goal is to make the emperor dislike the Prime Minister's Mansion, so why bother with what I do on a daily basis?"

His arm continued to move downwards, sinking into the maid's newly put-on clothes. He pinched her a few times, and then, his heart aroused, he said impatiently, "If there's nothing else, then close the door. Or, does the young lady want to see a live pornographic performance?"

Song Shiwei's cheeks flushed red, and she couldn't tell whether she was angry or embarrassed by those words.

Seeing that Wu Jing was really going to do that in front of her, Song Shiwei quickly turned around and left.

Seeing her come out, Chunxiu, who had been waiting outside the courtyard, hurried forward with a palace lantern.

"Miss……"

Chunxiu held the lantern, her face filled with worry. "Why not kick him out? Although you took him in out of kindness, this monk is ungrateful and so... so promiscuous. If the Prime Minister finds out..."

Song Shi turned his head slightly to look at her. His eyes were clearly gentle, but Chunxiu still felt a chill and shuddered inexplicably.

"It's okay. I just felt sorry for him that day and didn't think too much about it. I will get him out as soon as possible. Chunxiu, you won't tell anyone, right?"

Song Shiwei's eyes were slightly red, and he pulled at the corner of her sleeve.

Chunxiu did have the idea of ​​telling Jiang Zhaorong, but after hearing what Song Shiwei said, she could only nod helplessly.

After all, Song Shiwei is not only her master, but also her savior.

Song Shiwei withdrew his gaze, and the resentment in his heart grew stronger.

The story of Jiang Zhiyu becoming the first female official of Tianqi was still heard by the maids in her spare time even after she was sealed off from the imperial court.

Although Jiang Zhaorong doted on himself, he still favored his daughter in his heart. Otherwise, why didn't he ask the emperor for an official position for himself for so many years, but gave it to Jiang Zhiyu instead?

He clearly said that he would keep all the good things for himself first.

…

Inside the imperial prison, the walls were on fire, and the torture instruments in the room shone with a cold light.

The clerk yawned as he patrolled the ward, muttering to himself, "This is so annoying! A big shot is here, and they come over ten times a night. I'm afraid he'll die. If you're so scared, why not torture him? I can't even get a good night's sleep!"

He took out a bunch of keys, which jingled, and the person in the cell curled up and did not move at all.

The clerk kicked the door open roughly: "Wake up, don't sleep anymore, it's time to change the medicine!"

The man was still curled up and motionless. The clerk made a sound of pouting, squatted down resignedly, and stretched out his hand to flip -

"Ah!" A scream resounded over the imperial prison. The clerk widened his eyes and saw that Malzahar's eye sockets were full of white insects. His eyeballs were gone and his cheeks were almost eaten away. When the insects saw the light source, they shrank back. The clerk could even hear the sound of them gnawing.

His stomach churned and he covered his mouth, but he couldn't suppress it, and he ran out while vomiting.

A moment later, Xing Maozhi rushed over and saw only the white bones wrapped under the clothes, and the poisonous insect was nowhere to be found.

Xing Maozhi took a deep breath.

…

After a sleepless night, Jiang Zhiyu was awakened by Xu Youran early the next morning.

As soon as he entered the imperial study with a rage in his heart, the emperor's first words were: "Malzahar is dead."

【Oh, this is the best news I have heard today. 】

Emperor: "...someone has impeached you, claiming you were the one who perpetrated the lynching that led to Malzahar's death in prison. The news is currently suppressed and hasn't reached Nan Gu yet. If Nan Gu gets the news, I'm afraid there will be a war with Tianqi."

Jiang Zhiyu bowed, "I did torture him, but it was all to extract information about Malzahar's accomplices. It wasn't a private punishment. Your Majesty, you don't know that Nan Gu has suffered a series of disasters, and his prestige has been greatly damaged. Moreover, the King of Nan Gu has many princes under his command. The fact that he was sent here as a hostage shows that he is not favored."

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Jiang Zhiyu asked again, "Can I see his body?"