Chapter 133: A chef, so good at throwing away the pot

Jiang Sulan: "..."

Although she didn't know what a department store was, she could hear the resentment in Jiang Zhiyu's tone.

What did they say that day?

Jiang Sulan was full of curiosity.

...

At the same time, Zeng Ju, Taohong's distant cousin who was guarding outside Song Shiwei's courtyard, also received the news from Taohong and a confession.

Although Song Shiwei was imprisoned, due to her relationship with the prime minister, the guards outside turned a blind eye. Zeng Ju stuffed a silver ingot into the guard's hand and sneaked into the courtyard without much effort.

Chunxiu has been worried these days, and she was so anxious that a big blister appeared on her mouth and she couldn't eat.

She walked to the gate of the courtyard and looked around anxiously.

It has been a few days, the Prime Minister should have received the news, why hasn't he made any move yet?

She thought, not noticing the footsteps behind her.

The person covered her mouth, carried her into the room and spoke: "Don't shout, I was sent by the Prime Minister's Mansion."

Chunxiu nodded frantically.

Zeng Ju then let her go.

As soon as he let go, Chunxiu couldn't wait to ask: "What's going on outside? Has the Prime Minister received the news? Why hasn't the young lady been released yet?"

Zeng Ju sighed: "I still need your help in this matter."

Hearing him say this, Chunxiu immediately had a bad premonition in her heart, and she forced a smile: "Me? I'm a weak woman, what can I do to help?"

"Of course I can," Zeng Ju chuckled, her eyes full of malice: "As long as you admit the crime and say that you framed Miss Song, the Dali Temple will have evidence and will definitely release her, and the matter will be solved."

Let her take the blame? !

Chunxiu opened her mouth slightly, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated: "But, but I don't know how to make perfume!"

"You don't need to know how to do it, and no one cares whether you know how to do it or not. The important thing is that only you can put this thing on Miss Song."

Zeng Ju shrugged and said indifferently.

Chunxiu panicked, her heartbeat was like a drum.

"No..." She thought she was shouting loudly enough, but in fact it was like a mosquito flapping its wings, and Zeng Ju could not hear it clearly for a while.

But this did not prevent him from guessing what she said based on Chunxiu's performance.

Zeng Ju shook his head: "You can't say that. If it weren't for Miss Song, how could your family survive when your creditors demanded repayment? Now you are just returning this life to your savior. As a person, you can't be so selfish."

Chunxiu's nails dug deep into the palm of her hand, leaving a few red marks.

She looked at Zeng Ju with a slightly crazy look in her eyes: "Bah, what savior? Do you really think I don't know? Those people were clearly sent by her!"

This is different from what Tao Hong told Zeng Ju, but Zeng Ju raised the corners of her lips, what does it have to do with him?

Looking at Chunxiu's expression, it is obvious that persuading her is not feasible for her, so there is only one way...

He leaned forward, a dagger slipped from his sleeve, and he grabbed it with his right hand and put it behind his body.

Chunxiu did not notice his movements, but watching him approaching step by step, the alarm bells in her mind also rang, she lifted the table and ran out the door.

Zeng Ju did not expect her to be so alert, and was blocked for a moment. Seeing that Chunxiu was about to run to the door, he took two steps at a time and pulled her back by her hair.

His hand muffled her screams, and Zeng Ju thrust the dagger straight into her chest. When she was completely motionless, he grabbed her hand and gripped the hilt tightly, pretending that she was committing suicide.

After getting into position and placing the confession next to her, Zeng Ju straightened his clothes and walked out the side door.

He did not leave, but hid at the alley entrance, watching.

Zeng Ju did not turn around and leave until a scream broke through the air and the guards ran into the mansion.

...

In the Dali Temple, Shi An was sitting in the hall, and the guards below reported tremblingly: "We have been guarding the door. We heard a scream and rushed in to see her lying in the room. There was a confession beside her. It seemed that...she had a change of heart and committed suicide out of fear of crime."

Shi An raised his eyelids and glanced at him, and said coldly: "Go and ask Jiang Xiang."

The timing of the appearance of this confession was too coincidental, but Shi An had to say that this confession solved a big problem for him.

No matter whether it was a change of heart, suicide out of fear of crime, or other hidden secrets, as long as there was evidence and the prisoner, he could report to the higher-ups and not offend anyone.

After an incense stick, Jiang Zhaorong finally came back, but his face did not look like a happy face.

Shi An just raised the corner of his lips when he saw a small figure behind Jiang Zhaorong, and his smile froze on his face.

It was Jiang Zhiyu.

[Let me see what happened, who committed suicide?]

Jiang Zhaorong: "..." Jiang

Zhaorong regretted it so much that his intestines turned green.

He shouldn't have asked that question, and Jiang Zhiyu happened to hear it, so she had to follow him over.

The victim came over by herself, and Shi An looked at her, feeling a little guilty for some reason.

Jiang Zhiyu said softly: "I heard that Song Shiwei's maid wrote a confession, admitting that she framed Song Shiwei, and she also confessed to committing suicide in the courtyard?"

Shi An heard full of ridicule in her simple words.

A cold sweat rolled down his forehead: "Yes, maybe I have a guilty conscience and feel bad."

Jiang Zhiyu chuckled again: "Conscience is something that exists or not. There is no such thing as awakening. I think Lord Shi, who is deeply involved in officialdom, understands this principle better than a little girl like me."

[You have a guilty conscience? Your ancestors must have been chefs. How can you blame others?]

Shi An was sweating profusely. How can you be a little girl? With such a great sense of oppression, you are more like a little ancestor!

He looked at Jiang Zhaorong helplessly.

Prime Minister Jiang, please say something!

Don't stand there like a pillar. She is your daughter. Please say something!

Perhaps sensing his pleading gaze, Jiang Zhaorong spoke up: "Zhi Yu, there are always exceptions. You probably don't know that Shi Wei was the maid's savior, so she must have felt guilty for doing this. She thought about it day and night, and knew that she couldn't harm her benefactor, so she committed suicide out of fear of crime."

[Well done! If there's a lie-making competition, I'll be there to expose the conspiracy if you're not the first!]

Jiang Zhaorong: "..."

His face suddenly darkened.

"Savior? Then why did this maid want to harm me and my elder brother?"

Jiang Zhaorong lowered his eyes: "She was obsessed and wanted Kang An. When she learned that Shi Wei was going to Zuiyuelong with you, she had this idea in her mind. She was afraid that the fragrance on her body would be discovered by Shi Wei, so she secretly stuffed it into Shi Wei's body when serving. But she never thought that the three of you went together, except Ah Fu, without bringing anyone else."