Chapter 129 The Sixth Prince’s Attitude
The jailer heaved a sigh of relief and happily followed one of the guards.
After sending the jailer away, Xiao Yanli turned his head and looked at Bol: “Is Prince Bol okay?”
Although there was a smile in his eyes, Bol’s whole body was chilled: “Nothing, I just heard that person making a fuss, and thought that if the Sixth Prince needed help, this prince could still help. Now nothing is the best, this prince will go back to the mansion first and not disturb the Sixth Prince.”
Xiao Yanli bowed: “Then I won’t see you off.”
Bol returned the bow and turned to get on the horse.
When his figure was getting farther and farther away, Xiao Yanli took a deep breath: “Go and check what happened today.”
“Yes.”
The guard took the order and left, and Xiao Yanli turned around and entered the Zuiyue Cage.
He went straight into a back room on the third floor, turned the switch beside the bed, and the bed board was lifted up, revealing a secret room.
He went down, and the woman in red in the secret room heard the movement and turned around immediately.
It was Banzhuang.
Banzhuang's vigilant eyes disappeared immediately when she saw the visitor. She half-knelt on the ground and said, "Master."
"Get up. Is there any news recently?"
"Only from the Second Prince. Recently, the Second Prince has been too close to Tanluan. I heard that the two discussed Buddhism and converted several people. Now, the people have spontaneously believed in them, and the number is increasing day by day. Do you want to..."
"No need." Xiao Yanli knew what she wanted to say and interrupted her: "His goal has never been the throne. There is no need to focus on him."
"Yes."
"As for Liuliu, hurry up and make arrangements. In the past few days, Prince Bol has not set foot in Zuiyuelong?"
"Except for today, I have not seen Prince Bol."
This Bol is really not interested in women. I have to think of another way.
Xiao Yanli pressed his brow.
Originally, his best partner was Marzaha. His insects would definitely help him ascend the throne. But now...
When he thought of Marzaha, Jiang Zhiyu's figure appeared in his mind again.
There must be someone behind her!
Maybe it was He Yanting!
...
When Xiao Yanli returned to the Prince's Mansion, the guards in charge of the investigation also found out the whole story.
He knelt in front of Xiao Yanli and reported: "This morning, the news that Miss Song intended to murder the eldest and third daughters of the Prime Minister's Mansion suddenly spread. I checked the source and found that it was a few beggars on the street. According to their account, a woman bought them candy and taught them to say so."
"Have you found out who that woman is?"
"Not yet, we only know that she is a maid in the Prime Minister's Mansion." The guard paused, "It seems that she also reported it to the authorities, and the people from the Dali Temple went directly to Miss Song's house and took her away."
"After the court session, Prime Minister Jiang also went to the Dali Temple once, but he did not bring anyone out. Until now, there has been no movement in the Prime Minister's Mansion."
Xiao Yanli stood in front of the table, on which was a blood letter written by Song Shiwei. He scribbles over it word by word, and when he hears the guard say there is no movement, his fingertips stop and tap on the table.
The guards waited quietly, but Xiao Yanli's mind was full of twists and turns.
This shouldn't be the case. According to Jiang Zhaorong's usual temperament, he must be anxious to save Song Shiwei. How come there is still no movement until now?
The same thing happened to the Dali Temple. When Jiang Zhaorong first asked for someone, the Dali Temple should have released him. This matter was both big and small. The Prime Minister went to see him in person. Shi An should have released Song Shiwei on the grounds of family affairs. Why did he detain her and put her in jail?
Xiao Yanli narrowed his eyes.
"Go and bring the messenger here. I have something to ask him."
In the blink of an eye, the guards brought the jailer in. The jailer knelt on the ground and did not dare to raise his head.
"Don't be so nervous. This prince just doesn't understand. Just tell me how she entered the Dali Temple, was put in jail, who she met, what she said, and how she made you come to this prince. Tell me everything."
"Of course, you will get a reward as well."
Upon hearing this, the jailer was stunned.
He was just a poor jailer, how could he know so much? Even this identity, he only knew it after Song Shiwei told him.
He kowtowed several times in a hurry: "Your Highness the Sixth Prince, please forgive me. I am just a jailer guarding the prison in the Dali Temple. I heard Miss Song crying out in pain and asking for a doctor. I was worried that something had happened, so I went in to check. Who knew that Miss Song had other intentions. When I went in, she grabbed me."
He paused for a moment and continued: "She stuffed this pair of earrings into my hand and begged me to give this letter to the Sixth Prince. When I heard that it was related to the prince, I dared not neglect it, so I hurried out to find you."
He spoke earnestly, but the hand that unconsciously grasped the hem of his clothes had betrayed him, and Xiao Yanli's eyes suddenly turned cold.
"No problem, it's good to have this news. Come, go to the account office and get him fifty taels of silver. Please, also tell this prince a message."
Perhaps his cordial tone paralyzed the jailer's vigilant nerves. The jailer finally raised his head and said in a trembling voice: "No trouble, no trouble."
Just to tell him a message, he got fifty taels of silver!
This is a fortune!
Xiao Yanli wrote a few sentences, put it in an envelope, and handed it to the jailer.
"If there is any news from the Dali Temple, please inform me immediately."
"I know, thank you, Your Highness the Sixth Prince!"
The jailer took the silver and the letter and left the house happily. The guard couldn't help but say, "Your Highness, that man is clearly lying..."
His words were drowned in Xiao Yanli's eyes.
"Of course this prince knows."
He now needs someone to pass the message. There must be something strange about Song Shiwei. Before Jiang Zhaorong takes action, he must also hold his troops.
Originally, there were enough doubts in the eyes of the emperor. There was no need to arouse the emperor's suspicion in order to save her at this moment. After all, he had no intersection with her on the surface.
He couldn't save Gui at this moment, but after all, she was a spy that he had cultivated in the Prime Minister's Mansion for so many years, and he couldn't abandon her. The only thing he could do now was to stabilize her first and then wait and see what other changes might occur.
"By the way, keep an eye on him. When he has delivered his message, kill him. He can be bribed with money, and he will be a slippery-mouthed man in the end. Keeping him will only bring trouble." "
Yes."
...
In the prison, Song Shiwei waited for a whole day, and when she was drowsy, she heard footsteps outside.
She suddenly opened her eyes and saw that it was the jailer.
Her heart started beating wildly, and before he could speak, she couldn't wait to ask, "How is it? Has the letter been delivered? What did the Sixth Prince say? Is he coming to rescue me?"
Having seen the Sixth Prince's attitude, the jailer naturally didn't dare to disrespect her. He immediately lowered his voice and took out the letter from his chest.