Chapter 195: Release from Prison

Yuan Zhizhou pushed Bo Yuan against the wall and smiled meaningfully.

"Hurry up, boss, come and save me."

Bo Yuan said nothing. His face was pressed against the cold wall, and he shivered all over.

Yuan Zhizhou's voice was fierce.

"Shout!"

After saying that, he whipped Bo Yuan again.

"Boss, come and save Bo Yuan..."

"Be good, shout more."

"Boss, Boyuan is in so much pain, come and save me..."

Chen Shiyi sat paralyzed on the ground, his eyes filled with tears and lifeless.

Those screams were like a heavy hammer, striking her heart directly.

She had no strength left, and the wall was covered with bloodstains from her beatings. She leaned against the wall, clawing at it weakly with her hands.

At this moment, she finally understood what Wen Zhiheng meant when he talked about what she would be like without power.

What is it like?

It is oppression and humiliation.

It is endless compromise and exploitation.

It is the filth of being stuck in a quagmire and the despair of being powerless.

Yes, hell.

Fuda said that this is just the beginning.

Oh, it’s just the beginning.

I don't know how long it was, but the sound finally died down and the tightly closed door slowly opened.

The jailer opened the door and saw a wall covered with bloody handprints. A woman was sitting on the ground, hugging her knees with her head resting on them.

She seemed to see the light and slowly stood up.

His hair was disheveled, his white clothes were stained with blood, and his hands were covered in blood that was still dripping.

His face was extremely pale, his lips were bloodless, his eyes were grim...

Looks like a fierce ghost.

What happened in just one night?

Fu Da saw Chen Shiyi at the prison door of the government office. His usually indifferent expression suddenly became extremely flustered. He immediately took off his outer robe and put it on Chen Shiyi.

"Did they torture you?"

Hearing Fu Da's voice, Chen Shiyi slowly raised his head and stared at him with gloomy eyes.

The voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.

"Where did you go last night?"

Fuda seemed a little upset.

"Bo Yuan is missing. I spent the whole night looking for him, but I don't know where he went."

Chen Shiyi didn't say anything and just followed Fu Da back to his residence.

Everyone was horrified when they saw Chen Shiyi like this.

"Boss, what's wrong with you?"

Bai Ling's eyes were filled with tears and she was heartbroken. She didn't know where to hug Chen Shiyi and was afraid of hurting her accidentally, so she just stood there at a loss.

She raised her eyes and saw Bo Yuan looking at her cautiously.

He drew his eyebrows and painted his lips red, and he didn't know how many layers of powder he put on his face, but it still couldn't hide the fatigue on his face.

Chen Shiyi's eyes were gloomy. He bent down, raised his hands and swept the table vigorously. All the porcelain plates and tea bowls on the table fell to the ground with a loud shattering sound.

No one in the hall dared to speak.

No one had ever seen Chen Shiyi so angry.

"Chang Yi, go get Lao Qin, now, right now!"

"yes."

Chang Yi nodded and immediately ran out of the hall.

"Jingran, close the Yuming Tea House in Anzhou for a few days to avoid the limelight. Then, go to the government office in person and get my innocence stamped on it and bring it back..."

"Manager Li, please sort out the account book. I need to see it later."

She walked slowly to Bo Yuan's side, her eyes cold.

"Bo Yuan, come with me."

Behind him, An Changlu said hurriedly.

"Girl, the master has sent two letters. Why haven't you replied yet?"

Chen Shiyi nodded.

"I'll write it for you later."

Bo Yuan followed behind Chen Shiyi with a cautious look on his face.

Chen Shiyi sat quietly at the round table and talked to Bo Yuan who came in later.

"Close the door."

"Come sit over here."

Bo Yuan looked panicked. He slowly moved his body and sat quietly opposite Chen Shiyi.

“Pah…”

Suddenly, Chen Shiyi raised his hand and slapped him.

His head was knocked to the side, and there was a bright red slap mark on his face.

"Who told you to do such a thing?"

"I told you to be careful recently, but you ignored my words?"

"Do you keep me in mind?"

Chen Shiyi's voice was hoarse and restrained, as if he was afraid that others would know, and he was also worried that his voice was too soft and Bo Yuan would not listen.

It's so uncomfortable to listen to.

The room was silent.

After a long while, Bo Yuan finally spoke in a low voice.

"Boss, Boyuan is timid, doesn't know kung fu, can't read, can't keep accounts, and refuses to go to the kitchen because of the heavy smell of oil and smoke. He can't carry anything with his shoulders or hands, and has no skills at all. That's all I can do."

His pale face suddenly became lively again.

"Boss, you see, I have finally accomplished something. Magistrate Yuan kept his promise and released you from prison."

"I'm kind of useful, right?"

Chen Shiyi burst into tears after hearing this.

Silly boy, Magistrate Yuan always wants money.

Her voice was already hoarse, and now she was choking with sobs, which was really heartbreaking to hear.

"You are the most useful. No one else could have helped me. Only you rescued me, Boyuan. You are amazing."

"Just, don't do this anymore..."

“I just can’t bear it…”

"Bo Yuan, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

She pulled open his long sleeves, looked at the scars all over his white arms, and couldn't help crying again.

"I'll get you some medicine."

As soon as Chen Shiyi opened the door, he found Fu Da standing outside, his face as black as charcoal and his expression frightening.

He walked straight into the room and dragged Bo Yuan out.

"Give it to me, I'll apply medicine on him."

Bo Yuan immediately grabbed the doorstep and looked at Chen Shiyi with tears in his eyes.

"Boss, I don't want it."

Fu Da seemed very angry. He grabbed his hand that was clinging to the doorstep and tried to take him away by force.

Chen Shiyi said.

"Fu Da, he's scared now, don't treat him like this."

Fu Da was stunned for a moment, then he looked at Bo Yuan sharply with his hawk-like eyes, let go of his hand, turned around and strode away.

Jiangzhou.

Pei Luoshu finally received a letter from Chen Shiyi.

The letter contained a lot of information, including the progress of her tea business, how harmoniously everyone got along, and how the roses in Mi Yin Pavilion were in full bloom.

Fu Feng smiled happily.

"Sir, you should be satisfied this time. It's rare for a girl to write such a long article."

Pei Luoshu did not respond, his brows furrowed.

"What's wrong?"

"Something must have happened to Eleven."

Fu Feng was confused.

"Isn't everything fine? If something really happened, how come there is no news from Anchang Road? Senior Brother would also deliver the news as soon as possible."

Pei Luoshu said softly.

"When something is out of the ordinary, there must be something fishy going on."

He looked at the letter carefully. On the snow-white paper, there was a tiny drop of red blood.

It is so small that it is almost invisible, but it hurts the eyes.

"Fufeng, wait for me to explain everything today, and you will go to Anzhou with me tonight."

Late at night, two men in black nimbly slipped out of Jiangzhou's mansion, stepped lightly over the green tiles on the roof, and headed straight out of the city.

As they mounted their horses, a team of secretive masked men in black appeared in front of them like a ghost, each holding a bow and arrow, as if they would be shot through like a honeycomb if they took a step forward.

"Please stay, my Lord. I have ordered you not to leave Jiangzhou, or you will be killed."

Fu Feng shouted.

"Our prefect is only on official business in another place. Can you afford to interrupt his official duties?"

One of the masked team said.

"We are following the master's orders to defend the place to the death. The rest has nothing to do with us. Please return the same way you came."