Chapter 37
As soon as I returned to the Jiang Mansion, I ran into Yin Su who was walking towards the gate. He was wearing a dark-colored round-necked robe today. He had a strong aura, but also made him look more calm.
The servants passing by saluted him and he nodded slightly. In the huge courtyard, he walked slowly and leisurely, without being anxious or impatient. Even when he saw them standing at the door looking at him, he still walked at an unhurried pace.
When he got closer, the maids and servants bowed to him and called him "son-in-law".
Yin Su nodded and looked at him: "What are you doing?"
Jiang Zhaoli: "...I went out to do something. How is your injury? I have been very busy these days... and haven't had time to visit you." She didn't say much and turned the blame to him.
Yin Su nodded: "It's almost done, it doesn't matter, Madam Jiang is always very busy." He said this with a calm expression.
I don't know whether he was mocking her or blaming her.
Jiang Zhaoli coughed, his eyes dodged, and then he said in surprise: "Are you going out?"
Yin Su said calmly, "Well, I plan to go out and do something."
Jiang Zhaoli: “…”
He found that Yin Su always liked to talk back to her recently, unlike when they first got married. No matter what she did, he would praise and comfort her, like a controlled puppet, with a gentle look on his face all the time, just to make her happy, unlike now, when he was angry of his own.
Yin Su smiled faintly, and his eyes seemed to deepen as he looked at her: "Madam Jiang, do you need my help?"
Jiang Zhaoli quickly shook her head: "No." After answering, she began to hesitate and reflect in her heart, wondering if she had answered too quickly, so quickly that it aroused suspicion.
She didn't want to trouble Yin Su about the matter of her parents. She had already thought of a way to deal with it. Even without Yin Su's help, she could still do it well. Although it was a bit dangerous, it was her own choice, wasn't it?
He will leave in the future and fade out of her world. It should be said that she has lived alone for so many years, and now she is just getting used to it again. At most, she will go back to the beginning, so there is nothing to be afraid of.
Yin Su pursed his lips and said nothing.
When his pupils touched something, Jiang Zhaoli opened his mouth and pointed to the spot in the middle of his lips: "Yin Su, what's wrong with your mouth? Right here, it seems like the skin is broken."
Yin Su: “…”
"Mrs. Jiang, have you forgotten everything that happened yesterday?"
He then sighed, "No wonder you are on guard against me in everything."
Be prepared for everything? What does that mean? Could it be that he knows something?
Jiang Zhaoli was confused: "…I remember you came here yesterday, and I remember what you said to me."
Yin Su raised his eyebrows and spoke clearly: "If that's the case, then Madam Jiang has selective amnesia."
"Only remember what you want to remember." He said lightly at the end.
Although the words were light, they struck the heart like a thousand pieces of gold, making people tremble.
The implication between the lines seemed to hint at something. Seeing Yin Suxiang's surprised face, she was startled. Could it be that she had done something wrong? Thinking of this, Jiang Zhaoli asked carefully: "Did I... forget something else?"
Yin Su smiled and said, "Madam Jiang has forgotten about it, so why should I mention it again? Madam Jiang, please go back. Don't keep standing here. You have been busy for most of the day, and it is time to take a break."
Why does this person always finish his sentences halfway, keeping people in suspense but refusing to say more?
Jiang Zhaoli frowned. Well, Yin Su was still as likable as before.
After Yin Su left, Jiang Zhaoli dismissed the servants and maids, and asked Madam Hong anxiously, pulling her handkerchief: "Nanny, do you know what happened after Yin Su came to my room yesterday?"
"Did I do something?"
Madam Hong shook her head first, then paused, and then suddenly raised her head: "I remember now, before the master left, he asked the maid to bring a basin of warm water in and wipe the girl's face."
"Besides these, I don't know anything else. After the son-in-law left, I came in to cover the girl with bedding and didn't find anything wrong."
"What are you worrying about, girl?"
Jiang Zhaoli shook her head. She really didn't remember what the wet nurse said. She had no impression of it at all. Could it be that Yin Su was talking about wiping her face just now?
But there was no need to talk about such a small act of wiping Yin Su's face. She had even wiped Yin Su's body a few days ago.
But looking at Yin Su's reaction just now, he didn't seem to be lying. Could it be that when she was wiping her face, she accidentally scratched Yin Su? She lowered her eyebrows to look at her nails. They were short and round, and they didn't have the ability to scratch people.
Thinking carefully, the broken skin seemed to be bitten by something. Jiang Zhaoli slowly came up with a guess in her mind, but she suppressed it in an instant because it was too ridiculous. If this was true, why didn't she feel anything wrong with her body?
impossible.
Absolutely not.
Matron Hong was worried about her having to face the Wen family alone. After thinking for a moment, she tried to dissuade her, "Young lady, I think you can ask your uncle for help. Your uncle is a skilled martial artist and a man of strategy. Even if the Wen family really sends someone, I can rest assured that your uncle will protect you."
"No need." Jiang Zhaoli whispered, "Nurse, he has saved me many times. I can't always trouble him. Besides, he will leave one day."
Madam Hong sighed, "If the young lady is reluctant to leave her husband, she can explain it to him."
Explain? Thinking back to the day when she confessed her feelings to Yin Su with joy, but was rejected by him harshly, every time she thought of it, it was like a warning bell ringing in her ears.
She was filled with restlessness and unbearableness. She closed her eyes and shook her head: "No need."
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That day, Jiang Zhao left the Ministry of Justice to handle the case.
It would be time-consuming and laborious to reopen a case that is ten years old, and the people in charge of the case might not be willing to do so.
Since ancient times, businessmen are not as good as officials, and money is not as good as power, but power can create money, but it is extremely difficult for money to create power.
The Tixingsi department has always been arrogant and domineering in other cities, only because it has the same official position as the city lord, both are fourth-rank officials, and the Tixingsi has the right to supervise the city lord's words and deeds.
However, Luocheng and Yuncheng are the opposite. The mayor of Yuncheng is named Xiao Chang, a famous handsome man. Even though he is old now, his demeanor is still as good as before.
It is said that the emperor originally wanted to appoint him as an official in the capital, but he declined and resolutely returned to Yuncheng to inherit his father's mantle and became the city lord.
His wife is of even more prominent status. She is the eldest daughter of the current empress dowager, Princess Mingyue, named Nangong Yue, and the biological sister of the current emperor.
As City Lord Luo was on good terms with Xiao Chang, the Tixing Division naturally did not dare to provoke him.
If I accidentally do something bad and the news gets to the eldest princess, and then to the emperor in Kyoto, I'll be dismissed from my position, which would be more trouble than it would be.
Jiang Zhaoli lifted the curtain and got into the sedan chair, followed by Chuntao. Two guards with high martial arts skills drove the carriage in front, responsible for her safety. There were also two guards behind the carriage, responsible for the safety at the rear.
Halfway through the journey, I lifted the curtain and looked outside. The streets were still bustling with people coming and going.
Luo City is prosperous and famous for its flowers, the most famous of which is the peony.
Just as she was about to lower the curtain, her eyes suddenly met with a man on the first or second floor. The man was wearing a white brocade robe, a silver jade crown on his head, he had a tall figure and an orchid-like temperament.
But the look in her eyes was extremely sinister and frightening.
"Hurry up." Jiang Zhaoli ordered in a low voice.
"Yes." The guard loosened the reins.
"Girl, what's wrong?" Chuntao asked worriedly.
Jiang Zhaoli lowered the curtain, his eyes alert: "Nothing, just someone was staring at us."
Chun Tao was frightened: "Ah."
Jiang Zhaoli smiled and said, "It's okay. We'll go back home as soon as we finish our work."
Two cups of tea later, they arrived at the Tixingsi. There were four guards standing outside the door, and naturally they did not let Jiang Zhaoli in as he wished.
Jiang Zhaoli came closer, gave each of them a silver ingot, and smiled comfortably: "Please tell everyone that the second young lady of the Jiang family wants to see you."
Several people exchanged glances, as if to say that this was the protagonist of the much-talked-about son-in-law recruitment a few months ago, the Second Miss Jiang.
The Jiang family is indeed a wealthy family, and they are generous whenever they give. This ingot of silver is at least twenty taels, which is much more generous than the person who came to ask for a meeting a few days ago.
One of them weighed it in his hand, hid it in his sleeve, lowered his head and spoke in a pleasant voice.
"Miss Jiang, please wait for a moment. I will go in and pass the message first."
Jiang Zhaoli nodded: "Thank you for your help."
During the announcement, Jiang Zhaoli stood there and looked around. There were very few people here, with only a few people shouting and hawking along the road.
The moment she looked away, she suddenly saw a hint of white hidden in the corner, and her heart sank.
She suddenly thought of the man she saw on the second floor just now. It was as if he knew she would pass by here and was standing there waiting for her.
Was that white color just now that person following her? Who is he? Or was he sent by the Wen family to kill her?
Just as he was lost in thought, the guard hurried back and said, "Second Miss Jiang is the only one allowed in."
Jiang Zhaoli nodded: "Okay."
She would be safer in the Ministry of Justice. Unless the Wen family wants to fall into a trap, they will not take action in the Ministry of Justice.
The guard led her into the room, and the first thing she saw was the courtyard, then the main hall, then the living room, with side rooms on both sides.
Overall, the house is well-arranged, rigorous and orderly, with a sense of depressing and dullness.
From time to time, clerks in blue round-necked shirts carrying files passed slowly by, as well as tall and stern-faced patrolmen.
"Young lady, please follow me to the main hall and wait. Mr. Song is interrogating the prisoner and will be here soon."
Jiang Zhaoli nodded and followed him all the way. In a blink of an eye, they arrived at the main hall. The furnishings in the hall were simple, with eight chairs placed on both sides, four on each side, and a square table in the middle of each chair for placing cups.
The first seat is a black hollow chair with black carvings, which looks mighty and domineering.
The guard took her to the main room and left in a hurry.
Jiang Zhaoli looked around. This... seemed to be a place for meetings, with the leader sitting at the top and his subordinates sitting on both sides.
Someone brought in tea.
Half an incense stick later, Song Tisi, dressed in a scarlet official uniform and a straight-footed hat, finally arrived. He was in his early twenties, with a handsome face and sharp eyes. He walked in a sonorous and powerful manner, with great resolution and swiftness.
Jiang Zhaoli stood up and bowed to him: "Greetings to Minister Song."
Song Tisi waved his hand, then sat down in the main seat, picked up the tea prepared by his subordinates, lightly twisted the lid of the cup, but did not drink it. He narrowed his eyes and his sharp gaze fell on her.
"I heard from my subordinates that Madam Jiang Er came to see me. What's the matter?"
Three years since he took office, people have been looking for him one after another, from high-ranking officials to poor common people, and even more businessmen. They all have the same purpose, which is to give him gifts, plead for their relatives, or bribe him to overturn the case. After so many times, he has become adept at dealing with these matters.
Jiang Zhaoli said calmly, "I came here to ask Mr. Song to review the case that happened ten years ago."
Song Tisi was stunned, as if he didn't expect her to be so straightforward without even saying anything to prepare himself. In the past, others would first talk to him and then speak in a tactful way. He was so tired of hearing this that his ears were almost callused. But the person who came today suddenly spoke so bluntly that he was a little uncomfortable with it.
He put the cup aside and thought calmly: "There are at least thousands of old cases from ten years ago, and none of them have been dealt with yet. I wonder which one Miss Jiang is talking about?"
Reopening an old case is time-consuming and laborious, and even more difficult to investigate. This case probably cannot be taken.
Jiang Zhaoli spoke word by word, "Ten years ago, there was a case of the Jiang family where a man was tragically killed and tens of thousands of silver coins were stolen ten miles outside the city."
The Director of the Trial Department frowned and said without raising his head, "Reexamining an old case is not that easy. Doesn't Miss Jiang know that?"
Jiang Zhaoli shook her head: "No, I already have the evidence. I came here today just to ask Minister Song to arrest someone. I just want to see them brought to justice. As for how to deal with them, it will be in accordance with the laws of our dynasty. I know that Minister Song is a noble man and will never interfere too much."
After she finished speaking, she handed over a stack of papers from her sleeve. Song Tisi gave a look, and the clerk waiting beside him immediately stepped forward to take them.
Song Tisi took a quick look and frowned, "Is the witness still there?"
Jiang Zhaoli nodded: "It's in the Jiang Mansion. I'll have someone watch over it."
Song Tisi handed the paper to the clerk and said slowly: "I will send someone to pick up the witness. With the evidence, it will be much easier to handle."
"Madam Jiang Er, this matter will take a few days. We in the Criminal Division have always been fair in our work. We cannot believe your one-sided words. The evidence you provided needs to be investigated and verified by our Division."
Jiang Zhaoli nodded: "I understand."
After all, they also have to follow the process and cannot make rash decisions. She had guessed this before coming.
Song Tisi felt relieved. "But don't worry. We will find someone to keep these suspects under surveillance. We will never let them escape during the investigation. Wait until we confirm it before taking the next step."
Jiang Zhaoli: "In that case, thank you very much, Mr. Song."
Director Song: "Miss Song, this is serious. This is our department's responsibility. I would like to thank you for the evidence you provided."
Before he took office, his predecessor was a corrupt official who accepted bribes. He was involved in countless false and unjust cases, which left many cases unresolved and led to growing public indignation.
It was not until three years ago that City Lord Luo heard about this and sent a pigeon letter to the Emperor in Kyoto, directly dismissing Qianqiansi from his post.
When he took office, he tried to re-examine the old case, but the interval was too long, it was inconvenient to collect evidence, and there were many other things to do, so it was shelved.
It only took Jiang Zhaoli half an incense stick to come out of the Ministry of Justice.
When he was halfway back, he was stopped by a man. The man stood between the carriages and looked into the carriage through the guards driving the carriage.
The guard pulled the reins tight and looked at him coldly: "Who is under the carriage and why are you stopping the sedan?" Upon hearing this, the guard following behind the carriage heard the noise, walked quickly to the front, and stared at the man vigilantly.
The man stood with his back to the ground and said, "I'm here to discuss something with Miss Jiang Er."
A cold voice came out from the sedan chair: "I don't know you, there's nothing to talk about. Don't bother with me, just go."
This person has been observing her for a long time and has been waiting here since she came. Now more than half an hour has passed and he is still waiting, which shows that he has some purpose.
The carriage went around to the side and passed by him. He sneered and said, "Second Miss Jiang, what I want to talk about is the son-in-law Yin Su who returned to the mansion. Do you know the real origin of Yin Su?"
"Or did he tell you he was from Cloud City?"
Jiang Zhaoli spoke calmly, holding the curtain to talk to him: "Are you from Yin Su's hometown? I don't want to try to be related to you."
Ruo Huaizhi smiled faintly: "I am from Fujian, not Yuncheng."
If he is not from Yuncheng, then why does he recognize Yin Su?
Min Kingdom? She grasped the key words and suddenly remembered the day when she and Yin Su got married. He tasted the food with just a small bite and could tell that he was from Min Kingdom. She had suspected it at the time and asked her nanny to check afterwards. But the result showed that he was indeed from Yuncheng.
She was not familiar with the person in front of her, nor did she recognize him. Why should she guess Yin Su's identity for no reason just because of a few words from a stranger?
What's more, Yin Su had told her that he had a good friend in the Min Kingdom, so it was normal for him to be familiar with the affairs of the Min Kingdom.
Even though there is absolutely no possibility for him and Yin Su, he is now the son-in-law of the Jiang family after all. For the sake of the Jiang family and her own face, she will protect him.
"I'm not interested."
"Let's go."
Ruo Huai spoke again, his tone extremely bad and arrogant: "Even if the second Miss Jiang doesn't care about Yin Su, doesn't she care about the whole Jiang family?"
Chuntao glared and was about to lift the curtain to curse the person in front of her, but Jiang Zhaoli held her down and shook his head at her.
She clutched the handkerchief tightly and said calmly, "What do you want to do?"
She opened the curtain and looked straight at him with a pair of calm eyes, with a hint of anger in them.
Jiang Zhaoli: "If you don't get out of the way, I'll report you to the police."
Amid the stalemate, a shout was heard.
It was Song Shiyan. He was holding something in his hand and kicked towards Ruo Xing fiercely. Ruo Huai's expression froze and he dodged. He sneered and seemed not to want to get entangled with him. He broke free and escaped in just a few moves.
Jiang Zhaoli was stunned. This man seemed to be very skilled in martial arts and was definitely not a simple person.
Song Shiyan cursed at the background curser for a few times, but he didn't seem to be satisfied, so he turned to the guard who was driving the car and said, "Are you guys dead? If he dares to stop the car, just hit him directly."
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