Chapter 91 Feeling like being released from prison

Jiang Zhiyu got off work at 5pm, and Jiang Zhaorong came to pick her up in person and asked her about her work for the day.

Jiang Zhiyu Ge You lay in the carriage, holding a storybook in one hand and snacks in the other, just like a salted fish.

[I really like getting off work, feeling like being released from prison. ]

Jiang Zhaorong chuckled and shook his head.

"The old lady and Shi Wei have been sick these days. When you go back, ask the maids who serve you to be alert and don't pass by that place and bring back anything."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded.

[How can they be sick? They are secretly waiting to do something bad to you! ]

[But by the way, have you found the gardener? The Dali Temple is so useless that you can't even find one? ]

[But my father, the Prime Minister, is also quite useless. He has probably forgotten about this matter. ]

[This family still depends on me! ]

Jiang Zhaorong picked up a piece of cake and fed it to Jiang Zhiyu, trying to block her mouth.

Does that mean he doesn't want to catch her? Of course, she can't be caught!

She is in the general's mansion. How can she act rashly before she knows who He Yanting is?

Jiang Zhiyu went straight to the bed after returning home and fell asleep in a few minutes.

When she was sleeping soundly, Song Shiwei was at the door of the woodshed. Looking at the two people shivering while getting dressed, she couldn't help but hold her forehead.

Although Song Shiwei's yard had changed a group of people, the maids were all obedient to her because of her ability to win people's hearts.

Wu Jing was originally a wine-drinking and meat-loving monk. Seeing that the maids in the prime minister's mansion all looked very good, he secretly had lustful thoughts in his heart and kept teasing them.

Song Shiwei saw it all and was worried that he would be discovered. It happened that the old lady closed the courtyard due to illness, so he followed suit and hid Wu Jing in the woodshed, locking it at ordinary times and opening it only during meals.

Even so, he still took advantage of the opportunity.

The maid knelt on the ground, her thin body shivering in the cold wind, and she looked a bit pitiful.

Song Shiwei's eyes were full of disgust. He didn't look at her, but at Wujing, who had a guilty look on his face. He gritted his teeth and said, "What did I tell you?"

If it weren't for Jiang Zhiyu's reputation, he had hit a wall many times, and if the man in front of him was serious and had a bit of a master's demeanor, he wouldn't have asked him to come back!

Now that the money has been spent, if he wants to come back, there is no guarantee that this person will not go all out and yell everywhere on the street. Song Shiwei's chest was heaving with anger, and he had to say in a nice voice, "Can't you even stand it for a few days?"

Wujing rubbed her sleeves. People like him would take advantage of others as long as others were a little tolerant of him.

Especially in this situation, if it were someone from an ordinary family, he would have kicked him out long ago, but Song Shiwei was still being nice to him...

Wu Jing raised his lips, and in Song Shiwei's incredulous eyes, he grabbed the maid and kissed her provocatively, muttering: "What's the big deal! I've locked it up, who can see it, who can find it?"

Song Shiwei looked at him coldly, but Wu Jing was not afraid at all: "If you don't say it, I won't say it. When the time comes, I showed up in the lady's courtyard and said a few more words. Anyway, your goal is to make the emperor hate the prime minister's residence, so why bother about what I do on weekdays. "

His arm kept moving down, and went under the clothes that the maid had just put on, pinched a few times, and got angry. He said impatiently: "If there is nothing else, just close the door, or do you want to see the spring palace live?"

Song Shiwei's cheeks were red, and it was hard to tell whether she was angry or embarrassed by those words.

Seeing that Wujing was really going to do that in front of her, Song Shiwei turned around and left in a huff.

Seeing her come out, Chunxiu, who had been waiting outside the courtyard, hurriedly came forward with a palace lantern.

"Miss..."

Chunxiu held the lamp, looking worried: "Why don't you just kick him out? Although you took him in with good intentions, this monk has no manners and is so... so lewd. If the Prime Minister finds out..."

Song Shiwei tilted his head to look at her, his eyes were soft, but Chunxiu still felt the chill and shuddered inexplicably.

"It's okay, I felt sorry for him that day and didn't think too much. I'll get him out as soon as possible, Chunxiu, you won't tell anyone, right?"

Song Shiwei's eyes were slightly red, and he pulled the corner of her sleeve.

Chunxiu did want to tell Jiang Zhaorong, but since Song Shiwei said so, she could only nod helplessly.

Who made Song Shiwei not only her master, but also her savior.

Song Shiwei withdrew his gaze, and the resentment in his heart became stronger and stronger.

Even though she was sealed, she heard the maids talk about Jiang Zhiyu's becoming the first female official of Tianqi in her spare time. Although

Jiang Zhaorong doted on her, he still favored his daughter in his heart. Otherwise, why didn't he ask the emperor to give her a position for so many years, but gave it to Jiang Zhiyu?

He clearly said that any good things would be kept for himself first.

...

In the imperial prison, the wall was on fire, and the torture instruments in the room were shining coldly.

The clerk yawned and patrolled the ward, muttering to himself, "It's so annoying. A big shot is here. He comes more than ten times a night. We're afraid he's dead. If you're so scared, don't torture him. He can't even sleep well!"

He took out a bunch of keys and jingled them. The person in the cell curled up, not moving at all.

The clerk kicked the door open roughly: "Wake up, don't sleep, it's time to change the medicine!"

The man was still curled up and motionless. The clerk spit, squatted down resignedly, stretched out his hand and turned over -

"Ah!" A scream echoed over the prison. The clerk widened his eyes. In front of him, Malzaha's eye sockets were full of white insects. His eyeballs were gone, and his cheeks were almost eaten away. Those insects shrank back when they saw the light source. The clerk could even hear the sound of them gnawing.

His stomach churned, and he covered his mouth, but he couldn't hold it back. He ran out while vomiting.

A moment later, Xing Maozhi hurried over, and saw only the white bones wrapped under the clothes, and the worms were nowhere to be found.

Xing Maozhi took a deep breath.

...

After a sleepless night, Jiang Zhiyu was still awakened by Xu Youran early the next morning.

As soon as he entered the study room with a lot of resentment, the emperor's first words were: "Malzaha is dead."

【Oh, this is the best news I have heard today.】

The Emperor: "...Someone impeached you, saying that you used lynching, which led to Marzaha's death in prison. The news is currently blocked and has not been sent back to Nangong. Once Nangong receives the news, I am afraid there will be a big war with Tianqi."

Jiang Zhiyu saluted: "I did use torture, but it was all to get information about Marzaha's accomplices from his mouth. It was not lynching. And your majesty doesn't know that Nangong has suffered a series of disasters and its momentum has been greatly damaged. Moreover, the king of Nangong has many princes. The fact that he was sent here as a hostage shows that he is not favored."

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Jiang Zhiyu said again: "Can I see his body?"