Song Shiwei hurriedly took it 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 top of her head and pouring a basin of ice water into it, making her tremble all over.
The jailer had been keeping watch, worried that others might see this. He didn't notice her pale face. After waiting for a long while, he finally couldn't help but urge her, "Aren't you done yet? If anyone finds out, we'll both be in trouble!"
Song Shiwei finally came back to his senses: "I've finished reading it."
The jailer held 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 still stood there in a daze.
Why didn't he come to save her? Why did he also let her wait?
…
In the Prime Minister's Mansion, because the Prime Minister and his wife had a big quarrel, everyone was cautious in doing things, for fear of angering their masters. Even the old lady who had sealed the courtyard heard the news.
"Zhao Rong and his legal wife had a quarrel?"
The old lady was drinking soup with a spoon, and her tone was full of satisfaction as she spoke, she was almost about to say "the noise is over".
She had looked down on Xu Youran back then. If Zhao Rong hadn't still needed the Xu family's help, she would never have 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 Mrs. Du was quite popular with her, but now it seems that she is also a restless person and even dared to hit her!
Besides, Jiang Zhaorong has been with her all the time. Except for the maid she brought into the house at the beginning, there is still no movement in her belly until now!
They are all useless!
"What's the reason this time? Doesn't he usually love them so much? Why is he arguing with them this time?"
The maid who came to report hesitated when she heard this, carefully observing her expression, 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'll slap you in the face and throw you out!"
The maid shuddered when she heard that, and blurted out everything that had happened in the past few days.
The old lady's eyes widened, her hands trembled, and she could no longer hold the bowl in her hands. It fell to the ground and shattered, with the soup still steaming.
"Nonsense! This is sheer nonsense! How can this be allowed to get out? From now on, the people of Shengjing will look upon our Prime Minister's Mansion as another joke!"
"Go quickly and call the Prime Minister over! Go quickly!"
She patted the bedside heavily, and the maid hurried out.
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 bastard! You knew the old lady was still recovering, yet you still wanted to provoke her with this? What are you thinking?! With such vicious thoughts, I can't let you stay in my mansion! Come on! Beat her to death and throw her out of the mansion!"
The maid didn't expect him to be so angry. She covered her face with her hands, tears streaming down her face, and she kept crying out for justice.
Taohong stepped forward and said, "Master, in my opinion, this matter cannot be entirely blamed on her. How could she not answer the old lady's questions? But in the end, it is also her fault for not keeping her mouth shut. I will give her fifty slaps on the face as a warning to others."
Jiang Zhaorong looked at Tao Hong coldly and snorted: "You are kind-hearted."
It sounded like a mocking remark, but the tone had softened after all. The maid looked at her gratefully and thanked her repeatedly.
The servant outside the door pulled the maid out. Taohong walked behind Jiang Zhaorong and pressed his temples with ease.
"Is your headache better, sir?"
The familiar aroma wafted through Jiang Zhaorong's face, and his frown relaxed. His mind froze, and he blurted out, "What do you think about Song Shiwei's affairs?"
Taohong stopped moving and knelt down in fear: "I dare not make any irresponsible remarks."
Jiang Zhaorong regretted saying it at first, but seeing her like this, he felt a surge of pity for her. "I was just saying it casually. Please forgive me."
"Get up and keep pressing."
Taohong stood up and continued to press him.
As if he had opened up a chatterbox, Jiang Zhaorong told her everything that happened that day. After he finished speaking, Jiang Zhaorong let out a deep breath and felt a lot more relaxed.
"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 softly, "How could it be that simple? If I could just find a scapegoat to solve the problem, why would I bother so much?"
Taohong blinked her eyes: "Of course not just anyone, of course I have to find someone who often serves Miss Song and has a say. I think Chunxiu is a good one."
"Chunxiu?"
"She is Miss Song's personal maid. It would be easy for her to put something on her. Moreover, I have heard others mention that Chunxiu has a brother who is addicted to gambling. If the creditor had not generously paid off the debt for her family, Chunxiu would have died long ago."
It was the first time Jiang Zhaorong had heard of such a connection, and he couldn't help but sit up straight. Taohong chuckled at his expression, "Now we can repay Miss Song for saving her life. Chunxiu will definitely not refuse. As long as we forge evidence and make her insist that she framed Miss Song, not only will Miss Song be released from prison, but her name will 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 feasible it seemed. He looked at her with admiration.
It was late at night. Having resolved this important matter in his mind, Jiang Zhaorong felt very refreshed both physically and mentally. After finishing his meal, for the first time he did not dismiss Taohong, but kept her to serve him closely.
Jiang Zhaorong was writing furiously on the desk, and what he wrote was Chunxiu's confession. Taohong was beside him, watching him correct it 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 mesmerized.
His gaze was too intense, and her rosy cheeks turned red. She said timidly, "Prime Minister..."
Jiang Zhaorong pursed his lips, put his arm around her waist and let her sit on his lap. Taohong screamed in fright, lowered her head and didn't dare to look at him.
It doesn’t matter, she’s just a maid. As long as she is not given a formal status, it won’t be considered a violation of the original oath.
And it’s just this time, Xu Youran will definitely not find out.
Even if they found out, so what? The others all had three wives and four concubines, and he was just sleeping with a maid. What's more, no lady would always drive her husband away and not have sex with him!
Jiang Zhaorong kept convincing himself in his mind, but his hands did not move.
Taohong was afraid that he would not continue, so she didn't care about acting shy and blew gently in his ear.
With a loud bang, Jiang Zhaorong's rationality was instantly burned away as if by fire. He picked up Taohong and walked towards the bed...
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