Seeing Yu Jiao's tightly pursed lips, Yu Qizhe raised his arms and held her in his arms, half-hugging her shoulders, caressing her shoulders with his warm palms, and said softly: "Don't be afraid." He took her to the outside of the Dali Temple.
Yu Jiao shook her head in his arms. After leaving the Dali Temple, she said, "Nothing."
Yu Qizhe's eyes fell on her slightly furrowed brows and explained, "That man is a death row inmate, and he is involved in the serious crime of stealing the country and colluding with thieves..."
Yu Jiao stopped him from talking, pulled up the corners of her lips and revealed a faint smile, "Don't tell me this, your Dali Temple has its own reasons for doing things, okay, I'm going back."
Yu Qizhe sent her to the carriage. After lowering the curtain, he whispered a few words to Jianjia outside the carriage and watched the carriage slowly leave. He stood there for a long time before turning around and returning to the Dali Temple.
The two jailers who had just dragged the corpse were already kneeling outside the prison gate. They both had dejected looks on their faces, and both looked exhausted.
Seeing Yu Qizhe coming over, the two men hurriedly knelt their heads on the ground, saying with both respect and fear, "We have offended the Madam, please punish us, sir."
The busy servants in the courtyard didn't dare to make a sound, and even their footsteps were much quieter. Upon hearing the news, Deputy Envoy Han Chong just stood quietly by the side and didn't dare to say anything to defend him.
Yu Qizhe stood with his back to the light, his elegant blue uniform made him look clear and gentle, as beautiful as an orchid or a jade tree, but his handsome face was shrouded in shadow, covered with gloom. He raised his hand and slapped one of the jailers hard in the face, causing blood to splatter from his mouth. However, the man did not even dare to utter a moan of pain, and just knelt quietly on the ground.
Another jailer was not spared either. He was kicked in the abdomen and fell to the wall. He then crawled to Yu Qizhe and knelt down.
"Did I ever order the prisoners to keep their mouths shut and not make any noise? How dare you carry out the dead body for her to see!" Yu Qizhe spoke in a deep and cold voice. His peach blossom eyes seemed to be soaked in ice and could make people shiver with cold.
He was afraid that the prisoners' screams of pain would disturb Yu Jiao's ears, let alone letting Yu Jiao see the bodies of people who died from torture...
The two didn't dare to argue and just knelt on the ground and waited for their punishment.
Yu Qizhe said in a fierce voice, "Idiot!"
"Han Chong, pass the order down." Yu Qizhe said coldly, "Today, no matter whether it is the dirty things of Zhaoyu or Dali Temple, if anyone dares to bring them to Madam again and offend her, I will kill him!"
Han Chong accepted the order respectfully. In just a moment, the news spread throughout the Dali Temple, even the coroner in Zhaoyu was included.
Everyone in the Dali Temple knew that their lord, who came from a poor family, married the daughter of the Second Assistant Minister not for his career advancement, but because he held her at the top of his heart.
The filth and corruption in the Dali Temple and the bloody and hideous Zhaoyu were not allowed to be revealed in front of Madam Shaoqing in the slightest.
Their Lord Shaoqing, who was called Jade-faced Yama by the prisoners and had cruel methods, was determined to create a fine and elegant life for his lady even though he was in hell.
The two jailers knelt in the corner of Zhaoyu for a whole day. Han Chong gave them medicine and said, "Go back and take good care of your injuries. Don't harbor resentment."
The two of them hurriedly said they dared not.
Han Chong said, "When I was drinking with Lord Lu, I heard him say that the only weak spot for our Lord is his wife, whom he had tried so hard to marry. Why did a top scholar from a humble family choose to go to the Dali Temple with the reputation of a cruel official instead of taking a promising career? Besides, Liu Cifu is an upright official, and he always looks down on people like us who are ruthless and treacherous."
Han Chong helped the two of them stand up, patted them on the shoulders, and said in a very soft voice, "Our master, who wields power and influence, walks on the moon and ascends the clouds, is probably all to protect his only weakness. Before he comes out of Zhaoyu to see the lady, he has to change his blood-stained clothes and be spotless. How can he tolerate you scaring the lady?"
There is nothing the two of them don't understand now, and they have regretted it thousands of times in their hearts.
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