Chapter 10 Seriously feeding the dogs!

It would have been better if Song Hui hadn't brought it up. But the moment she did, Zhao Hong immediately remembered the comments made by the Prince of Xuan, and the disappointed and resentful look in his superior's eyes when he left the office.

The suppressed anger in his chest suddenly fermented and surged all the way to the top of his head.

He flung Song Hui's arm away, furious.

"You still have the nerve to ask this? Let me ask you, what's the story behind that SOS letter?"

Why isn't it your sister's handwriting? Did she fool you?

Caught off guard, Song Hui's lower back slammed hard against the table, the pain bringing tears to her eyes.

But she didn't have time to cry out in pain. She looked at Zhao Hong in astonishment and blurted out.

"How could that be? Song Yi's handwriting is terrible, but I've been able to imitate it very well since I was a child."

"What? You forged the distress letter?"

Zhao Hong was extremely shocked.

"What the hell are you up to? Didn't you swear that Li Mu was embezzling? Didn't you say that as long as we anonymously reported Li Mu, they would definitely write a letter for help?"

Why did you end up forging a distress letter?

Song Hui was in a difficult situation and didn't know how to explain why she hadn't received Song Yi's letter for help.

It was something that should have been a piece of cake, so why couldn't it be done?

The only explanation they could give was vague: "That idiot Song Yi was so scared when she saw the house being raided that she could only cry and couldn't even hold a pen."

Having no other choice, I wrote a letter for her. I copied it very well, so how did she find out?

Zhao Hong was so angry that his nose was crooked.

"You call that alike? Are you blind? Li Mu is carrying the love poem that Song Yi wrote for him."

The two handwritings are completely different; anyone with eyesight can tell them apart.

"impossible."

Song Hui stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Song Yi's handwriting has always been like an ant crawling since she was little, how could it possibly change?

Zhao Hong snorted coldly and said impatiently, "You said that Li Mu embezzled money and passed off inferior goods as superior ones, and asked me to report him. Then I can use this credit to get promoted two ranks."

And what happened? Li Mu didn't even know which way the Ministry of Revenue's gate was open; he'd never been there before, and even had someone else sign in for him.

Zhao Hong was so angry that his back teeth were chattering.

On the one hand, he resented Li Mu, a son of a noble family, who only knew how to eat, drink, and have fun, unlike him, a poor boy, who had to work hard from dawn till dusk in the government office.

On the other hand, he was also angry that his seemingly foolproof plan had failed so badly, and that it had even caused him to be blamed by his superiors.

"King Xuan even compared the handwriting of the love poem Li Mu wrote to your sister, and the whole truth came to light."

Now, forget about promotion, it's hard to say whether I can even keep my current position.

Do you know how King Xuan insulted me? Do you know the way my superiors look at me, as if they want to kick me right now?

Zhao Hong was furious, and it all turned into aggressive questioning.

Song Hui was completely bewildered by his question.

In his previous life, when the Marquis of Anping's family was raided and exiled, Zhao Hong did indeed take advantage of this incident to be promoted two ranks.

Her memories of her past life are not wrong.

How could things be different?

She felt inexplicably uneasy, as if things were starting to spiral out of control.

But she couldn't figure out where the problem lay.

She could only cover her face and weep, wailing sadly.

"Is my husband blaming me? All these years of hard work and toil, for whom have I done it all?"

In the end, after one failure, my husband blamed me. If I had known this would happen, I would have been better off saying nothing.

Zhao Hong pursed his lips and impatiently pinched the bridge of his nose.

He came from a poor family and had no connections in the court. If it weren't for Song Hui's dowry, his career would not have been so smooth all these years.

Since marrying Song Hui, he rose from a seventh-rank county magistrate to a fifth-rank censor in just five or six years.

Song Hui seemed to have a precognitive ability to predict things, which helped him avoid many risks and enabled him to achieve outstanding political results.

Even her successful transfer to Bianjing this time was all thanks to Song Hui.

Song Hui was a wife who brought good fortune to her husband. Thinking of this, Zhao Hong suppressed his anger and coaxed Song Hui gently.

Song Hui then stopped crying and smiled, leaning softly on his shoulder, but her heart was filled with mixed feelings.

In his previous life, Li Mu was indeed exiled for embezzlement, so how could he not have been to the government office?

In her previous life, she was Li Mu's wife for eight years, until she was exiled, and Li Mu never wrote her a single love poem.

How did Song Yi manage to win Li Mu's love poems?

What terrified her even more was that things were different from her memories of her past life.

She needs to figure out what's going on as soon as possible.

Many people are destined to have a sleepless night.

The next morning, the Censorate submitted the newly prepared memorial to the Prince of Xuan's residence.

At that time, Shen Cong was leaning against the couch drinking medicine.

The big dog, Xueying, lay on the floor, half-asleep with its eyes half-closed, its front legs lazily stretching forward twice, as if trying to wake itself up.

Erfeng read the memorial aloud and said, "...The Censorate has already investigated and found that someone else accepted bribes and used inferior goods instead of genuine ones."

Li Mu was lucky to escape with his life; according to the crime of embezzlement, he would have been punished with confiscation of his property, exile, or extermination of his entire clan.

At worst, he'll be accused of neglecting his duties and being irresponsible, lose his official position, receive a few dozen lashes, and be released after a month or two in jail.

"Tsk tsk, Li Mu is lucky to have a clever daughter. The imperial decree to confiscate his property has already been issued, and he is about to be exiled."

But this little girl managed to turn the situation around completely. It's like tearing up an imperial edict to save the whole family! Don't you think so, Your Highness?

Shen Cong took a small sip of the medicine, his face expressionless, as if he hadn't heard him at all.

Erfeng didn't take it seriously and continued, "Of course, his greatest blessing is that the prince is willing to help him."

After saying that, he approached Chen Cong with a full beard.

He chuckled and said, "Actually, I know why I was willing to help Li Mu. When Your Highness saw Song Shi take out the love poem, you knew that Li Mu was innocent, right?"

The prince knew he had been wronged...

Before he could finish speaking, the medicine bowl in Shen Cong's hand suddenly came crashing down on him.

Target: His mouth.

Erfeng pursed his lips and quickly took the medicine bowl.

"So verbose!"

Shen Cong stood up and gave him a cold look.

"I just want to find a delicious lunch for Snow Eagle."

Second wind...

The prince's mouth is harder than a rock.

What a wonderful child! Why did he have to grow a mouth?

Still half asleep, Snow Eagle heard the words "delicious lunch" and suddenly raised his head, his big, watery eyes shining brightly.

It even stuck out its tongue and waved it, revealing its white and sharp teeth.

Shen Cong snorted, picked up the memorial, put on his cloak, and left.

He left out a sentence.

"Before enjoying the delicious food, you must first fast. Let's starve ourselves for a day. Tomorrow afternoon, we'll go to the Marquis of Anping's residence to pick up that little girl."

Waaah~

Snow Eagle let out a pitiful whimper and drooped its head.

Erfeng patted its head with great sympathy.

"Your Highness is angry because you were close to that little maid yesterday. Sigh, be more careful next time."

Woof woof!

Xueying felt wronged, but couldn't express it.

Erfeng stroked its head again and quickly chased after it.

He asked in a low voice, "Does Your Highness really intend to feed that cute little girl to the snow eagle?"

Shen Cong walked out of the corridor without looking to the side.

"What else? Are we going to keep it for the New Year?"

Achoo!

Li Nanke, who was still at the Marquis of Anping's residence, suddenly sneezed and woke up groggily to find that it was already dawn.

A day has passed.

The whole family slept in the side room all night.

Grandparents squeezed onto the tatami mat, while the second aunt huddled on the carpet in the corner, holding her two children.

Song Yi hugged her and nestled in the armchair.

She gently moved her numb hands and feet, but accidentally woke Song Yi up.

Song Yi rubbed her swollen eyes and subconsciously turned to look outside.

Startled, he sat up abruptly and grabbed her.

His voice trembled slightly, and he was choked with sobs.

"Ke'er, look outside quickly."