Chapter 39 Joint Case Handling
Prince Jing’s Mansion!
"Cough cough..." The old eunuch Sun Lianying almost choked and started coughing.
Zhao Duante stood up considerately, took out a handkerchief and handed it over:
"How could you be so careless, sir..."
Sun Lianying glared, grabbed his wrist, and stared at him with slightly cloudy eyes:
"Say it again, kid."
"Jiancheng Road, Prince Jing's Mansion."
"Or is it climbing and biting?"
“…I’m afraid it’s true this time.”
silence.
After a long while, Sun Lianying finally released his bony hand, letting Zhao Duan return to his seat and saying:
"Speak clearly!"
"yes."
Zhao Duan leisurely smoothed his wrinkled cuffs and frankly recounted how he wanted to cause trouble for Zhang Changji, tracing back to Qinglian Cottage and accidentally obtaining clues.
There's nothing to hide about this kind of thing.
As expected, Sun Lianying didn't care about his intention to retaliate - this was something Zhao Duan would do.
After hearing everything, the old supervisor's face was solemn:
"How sure are you?"
"No." Zhao Duan said lightly:
"After all, it's just a suspicion, but there's no reason for Xiaoya to lie. Although I have a grudge against the Zhang brothers, I also know that some things can be used to frame others, but others cannot."
Humph, if you knew the importance of things, you wouldn’t commit such a crime…Sun Lianying complained in his heart.
But a few days ago, Zhao Duan's series of operations to turn the tide really made him look at him with new eyes.
If it were in the past, I might not have believed it, but now I believe it 70%.
"Sir, after I got the clue, I felt that this matter was of great importance and did not dare to delay. I came here to report immediately. Please decide whether to report it to the emperor." Zhao Duan said.
You are afraid of making a big mistake and getting into big trouble, so you ask me to take the blame... Sun Lianying saw through it but didn't say anything. He stood up and walked slowly, thinking for a moment, and said:
"It's just a whore's dream talk, without any real evidence, so it's not appropriate to report it to the Saint. But as you said, it certainly shouldn't be taken lightly..."
After a pause, he said:
"So, regarding the missing firearms craftsman, His Majesty has ordered an investigation into the case. As far as I know, there has been little progress, and the White Horse Prison has no authority to investigate. It would be safest for you to pass the clues to Ma Yan, and it would also help you repair your relationship with him."
"Your Excellency is right," Zhao Duan flattered at first, then hesitated:
"If it's just like this, won't we get much credit?"
Sun Lianying criticized:
"Don't be too greedy. You must know that human desires are insatiable. In the officialdom, the most important thing is not to achieve merit, but to maintain it!
"Give the initiative to the Zhao Ya. No matter what happens in the end, you will profit. It's just a matter of how much you earn. But if you insist on getting involved, and something goes wrong, do you think you can escape the blame?"
The old eunuch spoke very bluntly, fearing that he might not understand.
Zhao Duan smiled and said, "I've also heard a saying: risks and benefits go hand in hand."
Immediately, he bowed slightly and said, "Please grant me your blessing, sir."
Sun Lianying was silent and just stared at him.
After a long time, he finally sighed and said coldly:
"If you mess up this case, the government won't take the blame for you. Similarly, if you succeed, the government won't share the credit with you."
The meaning is obvious:
If you insist on getting involved, I won't stop you, but you do it at your own risk.
Zhao Duan said solemnly:
"If there is any merit, the government office will definitely share in it. If there is any blame, I will bear it alone."
Sun Lianying looked at him deeply again, and this time, a hint of hidden admiration flashed across her eyes.
He turned back to his desk, wrote a letter, and handed it to him:
"Send this to the imperial court yourself."
Zhao Duan took it and glanced at it. The content was very simple.
That is, Sun Lianying, in the name of "Baima Prison Supervisor", requested to jointly handle the case with the imperial court, and Zhao Duan was the representative of the Baima Prison.
The issuance of this official letter meant that he was no longer conducting a private investigation, but was now sitting openly at the table to share the credit.
At the same time, the imperial court was unable to exclude Zhao Du from the case, thus avoiding the dilemma of sending clues out and getting nothing in return.
Sun Lianying put down his pen and continued:
"If this is true, it may involve cultivators. You and the little devils in the Zhao Ya are all warriors, lacking in means. I will ask the Tianshi Mansion to send a sorcerer to assist you. If nothing unexpected happens, he will arrive tomorrow."
If it is really the Prince Jing's Mansion that is secretly manipulating this, then in order to ensure safety, the communication lines must involve warriors or sorcerers.
Not long ago, Zhao Duan was nearly killed by a powerful sorcerer from Kuangfu Society. He couldn't fall into the same trap a second time.
The old supervisor found a "bodyguard" for him.
Zhao Duan was stunned for a moment, pursed his lips, and said gratefully:
"Thank you, sir..."
"Go away. Don't come so late and disturb my sleep." Sun Lianying drove him away.
…
Outside the back door of the imperial yamen.
Zhu Kui, who had almost become a "full-time coachman", saw Zhao Duan returning and said:
"Sir, where are we going next?"
Old Zhu, you are very self-conscious. You don’t even mention going home... Zhao Duan said with a smile:
"Go to the imperial court."
"Ah?" Zhu Kui suspected that he had misheard.
"Stop talking nonsense, just go if I tell you to." Zhao Duan urged.
Press the official letter in your arms with your hand.
The process went more smoothly than expected, and being introduced to the imperial court was something he had expected.
Or rather, that was his purpose.
It's not impossible for him to investigate this case himself, as he has the manpower to help.
But firstly, if the name is not right, then the words will not flow, and many operations will not work. Secondly, I really am not sure that I can handle it, so I need to find someone to share the risk and shoulder the responsibility together if something goes wrong.
In addition, a deeper consideration is a profound insight learned in a previous life:
Those who want to achieve great things must never eat alone.
Especially in the officialdom, those who eat alone often die miserably.
"Using a clue that is hard to tell whether it is true or false, I can do Ma Yan a favor and repair the relationship with him. It is already a profit.
If I can really solve this case, I'll get a share of the credit, which may seem like a loss on the surface, but in reality, the benefits I gain will be even greater."
Zhao Duan has a clear account in his mind.
When he stepped into the back court, he expected that Sun Lianying would definitely ask him to contact the imperial court.
"I thought it would be a bit of a hassle, but it went so smoothly, and I even got a Heavenly Master's Palace priest to be my bodyguard for free... Old Sun has good character...
Speaking of which, he was really nice to me... How did the original owner get to lick him in the first place? "
The carriage rumbled, and Zhao Duan was lost in thought. Unfortunately, this part of his memory was a little vague.
…
…
Imperial Court.
"Dugong, what does His Majesty say?"
In the room, a centurion couldn't help but ask.
Behind the desk.
Ma Yan, the "Grand Eunuch Governor" with a burly figure, a long face, prominent brow bones, and a cold and irritable temperament, slowly put down the letter sent from the palace.
His face looked a little ugly:
"Your Majesty is dissatisfied with the results of the investigation into the disappearance of the firearms craftsman and has ordered a further investigation."
The centurion said bitterly:
"But we have tried our best to solve this case. All the clues have been cut off. Although it is strange, the brothers really can't find a way. The world is so big, looking for a few people is like looking for a needle in a haystack."
Ma Yan's face was gloomy, his sloppy brows were deeply furrowed, and he was also exhausted.
He knew that what his subordinates said was true, and the case was indeed difficult. The time limit given by His Majesty was not much, so he had no choice but to report it that way.
Now the empress has ordered another investigation, and her tone is stern, and there must be no room for deception. But the capital is so big, where should we start the investigation?
Just when I was in distress, suddenly, a man in brocade clothes rushed in:
"Reporting to the Governor, Zhao Duan is outside the door requesting to see you!"
"Mr. Zhao?" Ma Yan was stunned. Why did that pretty boy come to visit?
…
Tianshi Mansion.
It was another night, and the bell tower was brightly lit, a landmark building in the capital.
Unlike other places, as the headquarters of Taoist sorcerers, Tianshi Mansion has a large number of priests practicing at night, so there are people there 24 hours a day.
"A secondment from the White Horse Prison? Asking the priest to help investigate the case?"
A priest on duty was somewhat surprised when he received an official letter from a clerk at the Baima Prison.
"Aren't the White Horse Prison a group of messengers working for the emperor? When did they start investigating cases?" Another young priest wondered.
"Who knows? Who's going to go there?"
"I'm not going. My homework is due the day after tomorrow, so I'm only halfway through."
"I can't. I have an appointment with my junior sister to study the Great Dao together tomorrow. How can I break it?"
"Well, I'll go. I have nothing to do recently. Besides, it's good to go out for a walk and get some fresh air. It's boring to study and practice all day long." said a priest.
The next second, everyone stood up in surprise and looked towards the door:
"Senior Sister Jin Jian!"
Outside the door, a ghostly, mysterious, fair-skinned, and beautiful young priestess quietly appeared. Her scattered gaze focused, and her voice was disembodied:
"White Horse Prison?"
(End of this chapter)
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