Wang Zhemao gave Lian Yongyuan a look that said he was "too stupid to be saved," but then he thought, well, he wasn't much better than Lian Yongyuan.
Seeing that he had fallen for "Prince An's" trap, Lian Yongyuan's expression changed and he angrily said, "Zhu Yu, you actually set a trap for me!"
Lu Xiaoyun suddenly felt a sudden surge of intense heat on the ring. Her mind went blank. Who was torturing Zhu Yu again?
Looking down, oh dear, another two hundred points have gone up!
-1717 points!
So Lu Xiaoyun said to Wang Zhemao, "Lord Wang, you have heard it all. Now that we have both witnesses and evidence, I will leave the rest to you."
Lu Xiaoyun coughed twice: "My injuries have not yet healed, so I will return to the manor first."
Wang Zhemao's lips moved, but before he could speak, Lu Xiaoyun patted his shoulder: "Lord Wang, remember that the more than three hundred people in the Dali Temple are counting on you, the Dali Temple Minister, for their two months' salary as a reward."
Wang Zhemao inwardly groaned. What kind of mess was this? He watched helplessly as "Prince An" left with his entourage.
"My lord, Li Qi is the grandson of Li Quan, the Prefect of the Capital. He assassinated Prince An. Doesn't this mean that the mastermind behind it is you, Lord Li? When the body of Li Quan's eldest grandson was brought back more than a month ago, it was a terrible sight. The body was trampled into pieces."
"My lord, Prince An has given us this great merit for nothing! Everyone in the Dali Temple will be rewarded. Hehe, you should go to the palace and report this to the Emperor. Oh, by the way, there's also this Lian Yongyuan, the Assistant Minister of the Ministry of Justice; he's definitely an accomplice!"
A prison guard approached Wang Zhemao with a grin.
Enraged, Wang Zhemao kicked him, yelling, "Get out of here, you brainless idiot!"
With a bitter face, he glanced at Lian Yongyuan, whose face was ashen in the prison: "Lord Lian, I'm telling you, why did you go and steal corpses for no reason!"
Lian Yongyuan collapsed to the ground as if all his life force had been drained away; he had lost his composure because his wife was crying so hard.
After leaving the Dali Temple prison, Lu Xiaoyun rushed to the Prince An's mansion, unaware of what had happened to Zhu Yu.
It seems she can't live without Zhu Yu now; once she leaves, her scores skyrocket.
Originally, she didn't intend to treat Zhu Yu very well, but after all, it was the original owner's body, and she couldn't very well leave it riddled with holes.
She wore a light blue embroidered brocade robe with piping, her hair tied up with a golden crown, and she walked briskly down the street, which drew gasps from passersby. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at them.
His Highness Prince An has been serving in the Northwest Army for many years, so the people of Shengjing City don't see him often. However, everyone saw his heroic figure on horseback a month ago. At that time, his face was cold and hard, and he was wearing a silver-white armor with his red cloak rustling in the wind. He truly came out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
But now, although Prince An still looks handsome, he seems to have lost the murderous aura of a military general, and instead has gained a gentle and elegant demeanor.
Lu Xiaoyun was already used to being stared at like this and just wanted to get back to the mansion to see Zhu Yu as soon as possible.
She also wanted to tell Zhu Yu about what happened at the Dali Temple. To pin the charges of "hiring a killer" against Li Qi, Li Quan, Lian Yongshan, and others, they still needed some other evidence.
She had to ask Zhu Yu if he had any way to manufacture something.
The moment Wu Chuan stepped into Feixue Garden, hidden in the shadows, he reported everything that had just happened to Lu Xiaoyun.
Lu Xiaoyun frowned. "That Consort Duan, humph, she really knows how to get things done."
But this person happens to be Zhu Yu's mother, and since she's currently carrying Zhu Yu's body, she can't do anything to her.
In Feixue Garden, the fat woman saw the peerless Prince An walking towards her from afar and couldn't help but swallow. Such a handsome and dashing person, her granddaughter should be matched with such a person, then all the money she spent on her would not have been in vain.
The fat woman dragged her little granddaughter from behind her to the front: "Go, pour the prince a cup of tea."
She lowered her voice: "Seize the opportunity. As long as His Highness Prince An takes a liking to you, you'll live a life of luxury and enjoy endless riches and honor. Just one thing, don't forget your grandmother and your uncle."
The girl was about fifteen or sixteen years old. She had a pair of big, watery eyes, wore a light purple dress that revealed her slender, fair neck, and was quite pretty and charming.
She pursed her lips, blushing, and said, "Yes, granddaughter will listen to her grandmother."
As soon as Lu Xiaoyun stepped into the room, she saw Zhu Yu kneeling on the ground, his face so pale it was almost transparent, his body swaying precariously, as if he might faint at any moment.
Li Feng knelt down beside Zhu Yu and ground ink for him.
The three old women, with their backs to the door, sat back in their chairs with their legs crossed, smugly cracking sunflower seeds and spitting them all over the room.
They acted as if they were the masters here, while Zhu Yu was treated like a servant.
Li Feng was the first to see Lu Xiaoyun, and tears streamed down his face: "Your Highness..."
An old woman sneered, "Ha, what, you still expect the prince to come and save you? If the princess doesn't kneel down and copy 'Women's Virtues' and 'Women's Admonitions' ten times properly today, then she can kneel here to her death! Don't worry, we'll collect the prince's body and throw the princess's corpse into the mass grave!"
"Oh? I had no idea. The master and servants of the Prince An's mansion are reversed. How dare an old woman spout such nonsense in front of my princess! What audacity!"
Upon hearing this, the three old women trembled with fear and immediately knelt down, their faces ashen with terror.
Zhu Yu stared blankly at Lu Xiaoyun, who stood upright at the door, her posture as straight as a pine tree, her face cold and stern as she looked at the situation inside the room.
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