Chapter 302 A Noisy Day

Yin Zhe remained calm, "I don't understand what your Highness is saying."

Qin Zhaoyue curled his lips and muttered softly: "Whoever doesn't understand is a dog."

Thirteenth Aunt’s fist hardened.

"We've said sweet words and held hands, so what's going on? Master Yinzhe, are you planning to deny it?"

"Your Highness, please do not worry about my personal affairs."

"Eh," Qin Zhaoyue waved his hand. "Don't worry about it. I'm free now. I'm just guarding anyway. Why don't you chat?"

Yinzhe ignored her, so she kept bothering him.

I couldn't hit him, so I just said a few words casually.

It turns out that Dou Zuan's father was an executioner for many years, so he had this ancestral skill.

But later he was retaliated against and this strong man was skinned to death.

After this misfortune, Dou Zuan disappeared after the seventh day.

It took me half a year to find out who did it.

Overnight, the entire family of fourteen was slaughtered.

It was originally a capital crime, but by coincidence he was spotted by Yinzhe and thrown into prison.

Then he grew step by step to become a centurion until he completely took control of the prison.

Dou Zuan's life was told in just a few words, and Qin Zhaoyue's face was full of disgust.

"If you were to write a picture book or something, you'd lose everything, so this story needs to be embellished.

For example, Dou Zuan was originally very talented, but due to an unexpected change, he gave up the path to the imperial examination.

For example, the inner struggle after a sudden disaster, and the love after being saved by you.

But he was inferior and buried this love deep in his heart, and he was also in a place like hell for a long time.

Over time, a twisted possessive desire developed in my heart..."

"stop!"

Yinzhe couldn't bear to listen any longer and stopped it immediately.

"Okay, that's enough on this topic."

"Who are you talking to? How dare you defy the wishes of a great princess like me..."

The rest of the words could not be heard. Qin Zhaoyue found that her mouth was still opening and closing, but no sound came out.

Damn it! It must be that her current realm is not high enough, otherwise why would she be bullied like this?

The two ignored each other, one dozed off on a chair, and the other stood in the corner with his eyes closed.

As night fell, Jingzhao Prefecture, which had been bustling all day, finally concluded all the cases.

Human traffickers and loan sharks are all evil people that the people hate.

More than 30 cases were concluded in one go, and all of them, even those with insufficient evidence, were convicted, and no one escaped.

"Great Lord!"

Someone knelt down at the gate of the yamen, which triggered a chain reaction. A large number of people knelt down and praised loudly:

"Great Lord!"

Deng Hongyi, the prefect of Jingzhao Prefecture, hurriedly stood up, but suddenly stumbled and had to support himself on the desk to keep his balance.

It's been a long time since he last worked at such an intense level throughout the whole day.

But I feel really happy in my heart!

The position of Jingzhao Prefecture Governor is really difficult to hold. Everyone has to give some face to the emperor.

Deng Hongyi has been in prison for eight years. He has become more and more tactful in his work and has taken the doctrine of the mean to the extreme.

Listening to the praises of the people outside the door, he felt embarrassed.

All the clues and evidence were provided by Xuanjiwei, and Jingzhaofu was only responsible for arresting people.

Many people were even secretly controlled by the Xuanji Guards, allowing the yamen runners to capture so many criminals without suffering any harm.

As the prefect of Jingzhao Prefecture, he simply tried each case one by one according to the case files.

The great judge...how could he possibly deserve such praise?

Deng Hongyi slowed down his pace, walked to the door step by step, and looked at the people kneeling together.

Among them were young children and white-haired old people, all of whom felt an unbearable pain in their chests as if there was a stone blocking their way.

I recall that he was full of vigor and determination to clean up the bureaucracy back then, but so many years have passed, what achievements has he made?

Deng Hongyi brushed his sleeves and bowed deeply.

"Everyone, please go back."

After saying this, without waiting for everyone's reaction, he walked towards the back hall, looking a little desolate.

Fengjing is very lively today.

Early in the morning, I heard that the noble lady from the border court, Helian Chaolu, had a new work and compared it with many talented women in the capital. Regardless of whether they were scholars or not, everyone discussed it enthusiastically.

Not long after, I heard that there was a major case to be tried in Jingzhao Prefecture today, all of which were hateful cases such as human trafficking and loan sharking.

In the afternoon, dozens of shops were sealed off and hundreds of people were arrested.

By the evening, news spread from the casinos in various districts that odds for the provincial examination rankings had been released, and there were also several new ways to play.

It only costs one or two hundred coins, and if you guess the ranking order correctly, you can earn hundreds or even thousands of times more.

Fengjing City was bustling all day long.

The noise did not subside until around midnight.

The night deepens and the dew becomes heavier, and the chill after the beginning of autumn spreads quietly.

In the underground prison of the Punishment Department, which never sees the light of day, the damp and cold stone walls are emitting a dim light.

A mixture of rust, mildew and the smell of despair, every breath feels sticky and heavy.

Deep in the corridor, the only light was the flickering, dim oil lamp in the jailer's hand.

The distorted figure was stretched and cast on the dirt-covered wall, like a ghost.

Qin Wenyuan, the Imperial Household Supervisor and a high-ranking official of the royal family, quietly walked into the dungeon.

He was wrapped in a dark, inconspicuous cloak with the brim of his hat pulled down very low, covering most of his face, revealing only his tightly pursed thin lips and jawline.

His steps were heavy, and the soles of his boots were stained with the filthiness of the place.

The jailer who led the way was hunched over, not daring to breathe, and just led the way silently.

Drops of water were dripping from somewhere, and the "tapping" sound echoed along with his deliberately light footsteps, adding to the dead silence.

Finally, the jailer stopped in front of a narrow cell at the deepest part.

The iron fence was as thick as a child's arm and freezing cold. The light from the oil lamp barely penetrated, illuminating the figure huddled in the corner.

"One stick of incense at most."

The jailer unlocked the door, but kept his head down, not even looking at the figure behind him.

All arrangements have been made with a large sum of money, and the only requirement is that you don’t look at anything and don’t ask anything.

He deliberately brought people in through the back door, and he was very trustworthy. As expected, he did not ask anything. He just lowered his voice and said:

"People can't die."

There was no response, and the jailer did not ask any further questions. He left the dim oil lamp on and strode out.

I've been here for half my life and I wouldn't run into him even with my eyes closed.

Inside the cell was Jiang Jinxiao, the once high-spirited Junior Secretary of the Wanmin Department, who was only one step away from becoming the head of the Six Departments.

But now he was emaciated, disheveled, and his prison uniform was tattered and stained with blood and filth, and his original appearance was almost unrecognizable.

He leaned against the cold stone wall, his hands and feet shackled with heavy shackles, and his exposed skin was covered with new and old scars.

Hearing the noise, he slowly raised his head, but his eyes were not completely dim. Instead, they were surprisingly bright in the dim light, like an ice-hardened blade, piercing straight at the visitor outside the fence.

There seemed to be no surprise at all, only a kind of silence that was clear in everyone's mind.

Qin Wenyuan, the Supervisor of the Imperial Household, opened the prison door and walked in.

Their eyes met, and Jiang Jinxiao's lips curled into a deep smile...