Chapter 130: The scumbag father cheated on her, and the countdown to divorce was

coming. Song Shiwei took it in a hurry and opened it impatiently

. There were only three short lines of words on the paper, and Song Shiwei's smile froze on her face, especially the word "

wait", which was like opening the lid of her head and pouring a basin of ice water into it, making her tremble all over. The jailer had been keeping a close eye on her, worried that others would see this scene, and didn't see her pale face. After waiting for a long time, he finally couldn't help but urge her: "Haven't you finished reading it yet? If others find out, you and I will be in trouble!"

Song Shiwei came to his senses: "I've finished reading it."

The jailer stretched out his hand: "Give it to me, I'll burn it."

Song Shiwei handed it to him.

The prison door was locked, and Song Shiwei was still standing there in a daze.

Why didn't you come to save her? Why should he let her wait too?

...

In the Prime Minister's Mansion, because the Prime Minister and his wife had a big fight, everyone was trembling with fear for fear of angering the masters. Even the old lady who was in the sealed courtyard heard the news.

"Zhao Rong and his wife had a quarrel?"

The old lady was drinking soup with a spoon. She could not hide her pleasure in her tone while speaking. She almost said that the quarrel was over.

She looked down on Xu Youran back then. If Zhao Rong had not needed the help of the Xu family, she would never have agreed to let Xu Youran enter the mansion.

Later, when the Xu family fell into poverty, she looked down on Xu Youran even more. Before

, the other Du Shi was quite in her heart, but now it seems that she is also a restless person who even dared to hit her!

Besides, Jiang Zhaorong has been staying with her all the time. Except for the girl she just brought into the house, there is still no movement in her belly until now!

They are all useless!

"What is the reason this time? Doesn't he treasure them very much on weekdays? Why did they quarrel this time?"

The maid who came to report hesitated after hearing the words, carefully looked at her face, and then said: "Yes, it's because of Miss Song."

"Shi Wei? What does it have to do with her? If you have something to say, just say it. If you keep hesitating, I will slap you and throw you out!"

The maid shuddered after hearing the words, and she vomited out everything that happened in the past few days. The

old lady's eyes became bigger and bigger, her hands trembled, and she couldn't hold the bowl in her hand. It fell to the ground and broke, and the soup was still steaming.

"Nonsense! It's absolutely nonsense! How can this matter be spread out? From now on, people in Shengjing will see our Xiangfu as another joke!"

"Go quickly, call the prime minister over! Go quickly!"

She slapped the bed heavily, and the maid hurriedly retreated.

Jiang Zhaorong was already very upset about this matter. When he heard the maid say that the old lady called him because of Song Shiwei's matter, his face immediately darkened, and he raised his hand and slapped the maid.

"You idiot, knowing that the old lady is still recovering from illness, you just want to provoke her by saying this. What are you thinking?! With such a vicious mind, my Xiangfu can't keep you! Come on! Beat her to death and throw her out of the house!"

The maid didn't expect him to be so angry. She covered her face, tears kept flowing, and she kept shouting injustice.

Taohong stepped forward a few steps: "Prime Minister, in my opinion, this matter cannot be entirely blamed on her. How dare she not answer the old lady's questions? But in the final analysis, it is also her fault for not keeping her mouth shut. I will slap her fifty times to serve as a warning to others."

Jiang Zhaorong looked at Taohong coldly and snorted: "You are kind-hearted."

It sounded like a mocking remark, but the tone was softened. The maid looked at her gratefully and thanked her repeatedly.

The servant outside the door pulled the maid out, and Taohong walked behind Jiang Zhaorong and helped him press his temples with ease.

"Is your headache better?"

The familiar fragrance came, and Jiang Zhaorong's frown relaxed. His mind was stagnant, and he blurted out: "What do you think about Song Shiwei's matter?"

Taohong stopped moving and knelt down in fear: "I dare not make any comments."

Jiang Zhaorong regretted saying it. Seeing her like this, he felt pity for her: "I just said it casually, forgive me."

"Stand up, continue to massage."

Taohong stood up and continued to massage him.

As if he had opened up a chatterbox, Jiang Zhaorong told her everything that happened that day. After speaking, Jiang Zhaorong breathed a sigh of relief and felt that his body was much lighter. " What

if we find a scapegoat? Didn't Shi An say that the Dali Temple can't release anyone without evidence? As long as we find a scapegoat and fabricate some evidence that Miss Song was framed, wouldn't Miss Song be able to get out?" Jiang Zhaorong sighed lightly: "How can it be that simple? If we can solve the problem by just finding a scapegoat, why should I worry so much?" Taohong blinked: "Of course not just any one, of course we have to find someone who often serves Miss Song and has a say. I think Chunxiu is a good choice." "Chunxiu?" "She was Miss Song's personal maid. It would be easy for her to put something on Miss Song. What's more, I've heard from others before that Chunxiu had a brother who was addicted to gambling. If Miss Song hadn't generously paid off the debt for their family when the creditor came to the door that day, Chunxiu would have died long ago." It was the first time that Jiang Zhaorong heard of such a reason. He couldn't help but sit up straight. Taohong chuckled when she saw him like this: "Now it can be regarded as repaying Miss Song for saving her life. Chunxiu will definitely not refuse. As long as we fabricate evidence and let her insist that she framed Miss Song, not only can Miss Song get out of jail, but her stigma can also be cleared." The smile on Jiang Zhaorong's face grew deeper and deeper. After listening to her, the more he thought about it, the more he thought it was feasible. He looked at her with admiration. It was late at night. After resolving this major issue in his mind, Jiang Zhaorong felt very happy physically and mentally. After finishing the meal, for the first time, he did not dismiss Taohong, but kept her to serve him. Jiang Zhaorong was writing furiously on the desk, and what he wrote was Chunxiu's confession. Taohong was beside him, reading his confession word by word. Under the dim light, Jiang Zhaorong looked at her face and smelled the fragrance lingering at the tip of his nose. For a moment, he was actually infatuated. His gaze was too scorching, and Taohong's cheeks turned red. She said shyly and timidly, "My Lord..." Jiang Zhaorong pursed his lips, put his arms around her waist, and let her sit on his lap. Taohong screamed in fear, lowered her head, and dared not look at him. It doesn't matter, she's just a maid. As long as she is not given a name, it won't be considered a violation of the original oath. And it’s only this time, Xu Youran will definitely not notice it.

Even if he was found out, so what? The rest of them had three wives and four concubines, and he was just sleeping with a maid. Moreover, there was no lady who would chase her husband away and not sleep with him all the time!

Jiang Zhaorong persuaded himself again and again in his heart, but his hands did not move.

Taohong was afraid that he would not continue, so she did not care about playing cowardice and blew gently in his ear.

With a "bang", Jiang Zhaorong's reason was suddenly burned out as if by fire. He picked up Taohong and walked to the bed...