Chapter 647 Magistrate Xu's Little Assistant 3

Song Jinhuan stayed in the tunnel for more than two hours. During that time, he heard several chaotic footsteps and the sound of things being rummaged through from above.

By the time things had completely calmed down, it was already dawn.

Song Jinhuan waited for nearly half an hour before gritting her teeth and dragging Jiang Jinghuai out of the tunnel.

Following Sanjin's guidance, they first found the caretaker of the cemetery.

The guards were experienced in this matter and helped Song Jinhuan bury Jiang Jinghuai.

That night, after dressing up, Song Jinhuan took a shortcut to Anping County under the cover of darkness.

Traveling day and night, working under the stars and moon.

Three days later, at the Anping County Government Office, in the Confucius Courtyard on the east side.

A handsome young man sat at his desk, with a stack of legal documents in front of him and a pen marking them with dots and circles.

Just then, a man wearing a gray-white long gown and sporting an octagonal mustache passed by the door. Upon seeing the open door, he couldn't help but take a few steps back and lean against the doorway.

"Oh, when did Master Jiang get back?"

Upon hearing the voice, Song Jinhuan paused writing, and upon seeing who it was, smiled calmly, "Good morning, Master Yuan. You arrived last night."

Yuan Chengyang has to mention that every time he faces Jiang Shiye, he is momentarily distracted by the latter's appearance.

It's really delicate.

He stepped into the room, placed the food box on the desk, and said politely, "These are steamed buns that my wife made this morning. Would you like to try them, Master Jiang?"

As soon as the food box lid was opened, the aroma of steamed buns filled the entire study.

Song Jinhuan swallowed hard. "Thank you, Master Yuan. I haven't eaten yet, so I'll take two."

After saying that, he took two without any hesitation; they were still warm.

Yuan Chengyang chuckled as he closed the lid, kindly reminding him, "After you returned, did you go to see Lord Xu?"

Song Jinhuan shook her head while biting into a steamed bun, and mumbled, "Never."

Yuan Chengyang: "You just got back, you should go see him. Don't offend anyone without them knowing."

Song Jinhuan asked in surprise, "This can offend people?"

Yuan Chengyang sighed and lowered his voice, saying, "Lord Xu was attacked by assassins on his way to Anping County. In the few days since he took office, he has thoroughly cleaned up the area, dismissing countless people."

"The clerks working in the government office are all on edge, so you should be careful too."

Song Jinhuan's heart tightened as he recalled the other party's desire to destroy the world. "Thank you for the advice, Master Yuan. I'll treat you to drinks another day."

Yuan Chengyang waved his hand with a smile, "If Madam finds out, she will be angry."

As he spoke, he opened the food box again, took out two steamed buns, and said proudly, "Give me two more. My wife's cooking skills are indeed excellent."

Before Song Jinhuan could even refuse, Master Yuan had already turned and left.

Song Jinhuan could only smile and watch him leave. Then she took a couple of sips of tea, rubbed her neck, and said, "Sanjin, it must have been really uncomfortable for you to speak in such a low voice."

Sanjin: "Good luck, host!"

Song Jinhuan casually mentioned that Jiang Jinghuai had accumulated a lot of official business during his vacation.

Song Jinhuan originally intended to report to Xu Qingyuan first, but after thinking it over, she decided to read the complaint first and then take the complaint that needed to be dealt with to his door.

Some of the contents of the complaint are infuriating to read.

It can only be said that every family has its own troubles.

Following the order of dates, Song Jinhuan took a portion of the legal documents to Xu Qingyuan's residence.

Main hall, inner room, screen partition.

"My lord, the assassination attempt in Anping County is related to Jin Sanlai's daughter, Jin Mingzhu."

A man dressed in a tight-fitting outfit stood to one side, his face lowered.

A rocking chair not far from it was swaying slowly.