"What are you talking about!"
Mrs. Zhang was furious and reached out to teach the two concubines who were cursing her a lesson.
"I kill you!"
"Murder, murder..."
The concubines were panic-stricken. Most of them were weak and timid, and were not as powerful as the shrewish Madam Zhang. They hid and started shouting.
Some shouted "Help, kill!" and some shouted "Grandpa."
This attracted the attention of the patrolling guards and Shen Junjue who was imprisoned in another cell.
Three women make a drama, let alone seven or eight.
Even though Mrs. Zhang was alone, she was not at all panicked when dealing with seven concubines, but instead handled the matter with ease.
"Come on, come on, come on, don't you all want me to die? I want you to die too, hahahaha..."
"What are you doing? Why are you arguing? If you continue arguing, you will be punished!"
Madam Zhang sneered crazily, "Hahahaha...yes, torture them all, and then their mouths will be clear."
The concubines sobbed and burst into tears.
The patrolman snorted, "You are the one who deserves to be punished, you vicious lunatic."
Shen Junjue rubbed his forehead, "Damn bitch."
The bastards hurried forward: "Father, are you okay?"
Shen Junjue sighed, "It's fine for my father, but it's hard for you."
The bastards were moved: "...Father."
As night approached, the cell grew dark.
Only the candle lamp hanging on the wall was lit.
A man in a black robe and a cloak walked silently into the prison door. When he saw the bailiff, he looked at the bailiff and strode in.
After the man left, another yamen runner who had just finished using the toilet came back and saw a dark figure walk in. He asked his companion, "Who is that person? Why is he here to visit so late at night?"
"I don't know, but the money I gave..."
Seeing the white silver in his companion's hand, his eyes suddenly lit up and he continued nonchalantly: "Who cares? As long as he's not here to rob the prison."
"Shen Junjue."
Shen Junjue, who was sleeping on the only stone bed in the cell, suddenly opened his eyes, climbed up, and asked vigilantly: "Who?!"
In the darkness, a figure walked to the iron gate with a lantern in his hand.
He pulled back the hood of his cloak, revealing his beautiful features, staring at him with extreme indifference.
"Ash Chen? What are you doing here?"
Shen Junjue's pupils contracted. Looking at those eyes that contained no emotion at all, he could not control his body and trembled slightly.
Ana Shen: “I said, if you don’t want to die, don’t mess with me.”
His cold voice was filled with a subtle and imperceptible sinister tone.
Shen Junjue: "I don't know anything about this!"
Ana Shen sneered, took a step forward, and raised the lantern.
He said, “I don’t know?”
He raised his other hand and threw the letter in his hand through the gap in the iron gate.
That extremely cold face suddenly revealed another expression.
He scoffed, "What else do you have to say? The evidence is clear."
Shen Junjue immediately rushed over and tore the letter paper apart, shouting, "They're all fake. I'm going to tear them all up."
The bastards were so frightened that no one dared to step forward.
At this moment, the kind father in their minds seemed to have become another person, a person who seemed extremely unfamiliar to them.
Shen Yanjin: "Pretend to be crazy and stupid. Don't think that if you tear it up, others won't know. I ordered people to print hundreds of copies of these letters."
Shen Junjue stared at him with wide eyes, trembling, and asked: "What on earth do you want to do?!"
Ana Shen: "What do you want to do?"
He half-bent down, looked into those cloudy eyes, and said in a voice as cold as frost and snow in winter: "I want you to be ruined and your family torn apart!"
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