It's three o'clock in the morning on the city wall, the horse is slippery in the thick frost, and the silver saddle is reflecting the moon.
Inside the prison of the Ministry of Justice, a man with disheveled hair and little good flesh on his body was tied to the rack. He told the truth in a hoarse voice.
There were officials nearby recording the confession.
Beside the desk, a man in a scarlet round-necked official uniform with scattered flowers was hidden in the darkness, and the flickering candlelight occasionally reflected his cold eyebrows.
The attendant next to him reminded: "Sir, it's three o'clock."
The last hard-bone mouth was pried open, and the man stood up, with most of his body moving into the light. The dim light in the prison could not hide his tall and slender figure, and he was twirling a dagger in his hand.
"Go back." After leaving the interrogation room, he threw the dagger to the attendant waiting outside, took the handkerchief handed over by him, wiped his thin and distinct fingers, and turned back to say: "The charges can be determined. Pass the information up, and the case file will be sent to the Dali Temple tomorrow morning."
"Yes, sir." The officer in the interrogation room responded.
The attendant went to drive the car. After Feng Huaiji got in the car, he pinched his brows and then poured himself a cup of tea.
The city was silent at night, with only the sound of wheels and horse hooves.
When we arrived at the Marquis of Anding's Mansion, the lights were on and the people in the mansion were still busy.
Feng Huaiji glanced at Qingming, the attendant beside him, and asked, "Is there any happy event in the mansion recently?"
"My lord, you may have forgotten that tomorrow is the day when the Third Master will arrive in Beijing."
Feng Huaiji kept walking towards the Green Bamboo Courtyard. He had indeed forgotten.
"Young Master, you have been away from home for a few days. The old lady has given you several concubines. You didn't want any of them before, but guess what happened now?" Qingming gossiped when they reached a place with few people.
The autumn night was chilly, and smoke could be seen curling up from the lotus pond in the palace under the lights.
"No need to guess. You are so brave that you dare to keep me in suspense." Feng Huaiji took off the jade pendant tied around his waist and threw it to Qingming. "The tassel is broken. Make a new one."
Qing Ming heard his indifferent tone and quickly took the jade pendant he threw to her, continuing his previous words, "The prince left one behind, and I heard that he cares a lot about that one."
"Also, sir, can't you transfer a few maids to the courtyard? Xuanqing and I serve as both attendants and maids."
"Trouble." Feng Huaiji was thinking about his brother's affairs, "Why are you asking about the prince's backyard?"
He must have been annoyed by his grandmother's urging, so he had to accept it.
"I didn't want to ask, it was Jingyun who told me, if he wanted to say it, I would listen."
"I see you're very happy to hear it."
"There's ready-made gossip to listen to, why not? I have nothing to do if you don't come back from the Ministry of Justice."
After entering the yard, Feng Huaiji washed up and went to sleep.
These days, because of some royal secrets involved, the emperor ordered a review of certain cases from the past, and he has not slept for several days.
It was already noon when he woke up the next day. Xuan Qing, who was guarding outside the door, saw him get up and brought him some water. "Sir, do you want to get some food?"
"No need, let's go to Qingyun Courtyard." Feng Huaiji strode out of the room after washing up.
Xuan Qing followed behind him.
After entering Qingyun Courtyard, the maids and servants all bowed to Feng Huaiji, "Second Young Master."
As soon as Feng Huaiji entered, he saw Feng Huaiyan sitting at the jade table in the yard, looking through the account book. Next to him, a middle-aged man who looked like a manager was bending over and talking to him.
Feng Huaiji sat opposite Feng Huaiyan, and Feng Huaiyan's attendant Jingyun poured him a cup of tea.
The steward saluted towards Feng Huaiji, "Second Young Master."
Feng Huaiyan raised his hand and said in a cold and serious voice, "Go down."
"Yes, Prince."
Feng Huaiyan picked up the steaming tea in his hand, raised his cold eyebrows and looked at the person opposite him, "What's the matter?"
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