However, if they really knew something, cold sweat would continue to break out on Kamo's vest.
The guards of the mansion still wanted to resist, but how could these people be a match for the army? They were subdued in no time, and some were even killed on the spot.
The actions of these people undoubtedly proved his guess, and He Mao became even more confused.
What should I do? How can I save myself?
Unfortunately, reality does not allow him to think too much.
Soon, he was taken to the Tingwei's prison. It was his first time to be there. Looking at the prisoners in other cells, He Mao couldn't stop shaking. He didn't want to become like this, and he didn't want to die.
He Mao was thrown into an empty cell, which was filled with a lingering musty smell. The prisoners in other cells were all skinny and bony, as if they would collapse at any second.
He Mao climbed up and said, "Sir, I want to see Master Zhang Cang."
The jailer locked the cell and was about to leave, but unexpectedly, Kamo grabbed him and stuffed a small piece of gold into his hand.
"Okay, I'll go ask for you. If Lord Zhang doesn't want to see you, then there's nothing I can do." The jailer's eyes gleamed with greed as he squeezed the small gold nugget in his hand.
After saying that, he quickly left.
Seeing the jailer leave, Kamo collapsed on the wooden bed with a pale face.
This time, I don’t know if I can survive.
Thinking of Zhang Cang, He Mao regained some confidence. After all, he had given him a lot of money in the past. If he was finished, Zhang Cang would not be able to escape either.
Zhang Cang listened to the jailer's words and remained silent for a long time.
"I wonder what crime he committed?" Zhang Cang asked seriously.
"The crime has not been determined yet, but he was sent here by Lord Wang Yuan from the Weiwei Office. His family and all the servants were also sent here for imprisonment." The jailer said respectfully.
If it weren't for that piece of gold, he wouldn't bother to say so much.
"What? Wang Yuan specifically went to capture someone? I see. You go back first." Zhang Cang's heart sank. Wang Yuan was basically in charge of the affairs of Xianyang City.
He was naturally familiar with Kamo, and the two had been friends for more than ten years.
The reason why he has lived such a comfortable life these years is largely due to the money sent by He Mao. He only needs to provide He Mao with a little convenience, and he will send him a lot of money.
As a result, the relationship between the two became closer and closer.
Zhang Cang was walking back and forth in the courtyard, and before he could figure out what was going on, there was a knock on the gate.
The steward immediately went over to open the door, and when he saw that it was a palace maid, he shuddered.
"What brings you to Zhang's house, sir?" The steward asked respectfully, not daring to be careless.
"Where is Censor Zhang? Your Highness wants to see him about something. Ask him to go to Zhangtai Palace immediately." Palace maid Hui'er said lightly.
"I wonder what His Royal Highness the Crown Prince wants to see me about?" Zhang Cang's heart skipped a beat. He Mao had just been captured, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince wanted to see him. It was very likely related to He Mao.
I don’t know what this bastard did to be caught and put in the cell, and I might even be implicated. Thinking of this, Zhang Cang was filled with anger.
"No, Sir Zhang, you should change into your official uniform and follow me into the palace." Hui'er shook her head.
As a maid on duty in Zhangtai Palace, she actually knew some inside information, but she only wanted to follow Zhao Qingrui and would not betray her.
Zhang Cang didn't ask any more questions. He quickly changed into his official uniform and followed Hui'er into the palace.
Zhao Qingrui flipped through the account book handed to her by Dun Ruo, and anger surged in her heart. This bastard Zhang He had a lot of treasures, and they were kept in different places.
This time, his suicidal act actually made the Qin treasury a little more abundant.
"Greetings to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." When Zhang Cang came over, he saw a large number of bamboo slips and several books placed on the desk.
Since the popularization of paper, bamboo slips have been quickly replaced and the use of bamboo slips has disappeared quickly. Zhang Cang was a little worried about the bamboo slips still being placed here.
Zhao Qingrui has been in the court for two or three years and has a very high prestige. He dare not treat her as a little girl who knows nothing. In fact, she is more shrewd than many people in the court.
If they look down on her, they will be the ones in trouble.
Seeing the chubby Zhang Cang, Zhao Qingrui still felt it was a bit eye-irritating. This guy had gained a lot of weight again, even fatter than he was two years ago.
"Get up." Zhao Qingrui said lightly.
"Master Zhang has dedicated many years to the Qin Dynasty, right?" Zhao Qingrui continued to flip through the bamboo slips in a calm voice.
"Your Highness, it has been fourteen years." Zhang Cang said respectfully, feeling a little nervous.
"It's been fourteen years. I heard that He Mao, the grain merchant from Xianyang, would send a lot of silver and money to your mansion every year?" Zhao Qingrui continued to look at the bamboo slips without looking up at him.
"Yes, I am obsessed with money. I know my crime. Please punish me, Your Highness. I have no complaints." When He Mao was mentioned, Zhang Cang's heart trembled slightly and he knelt down again.
"He Mao often asks you to drink?" Zhao Qingrui put down the bamboo slips in his hand coldly.
Great, that’s great, it turns out the stupid teammate is right next to me.
"Yes." Zhang Cang was a little confused.
"It seems that Lord Zhang doesn't know yet. Let's take it and have a look." Zhao Qingrui picked up a book and glanced at Hui'er. Hui'er understood and handed the book to Zhang Cang.
After taking the book and flipping through it, Zhang Cang's face changed drastically.
The body kneeling in the hall suddenly became hunched, and the whole body began to tremble violently.
No wonder, no wonder Kamo wanted to bribe him, no wonder he always came to him to drink.
"I am guilty, please punish me, Your Highness." Zhang Cang's face was pale. He knew that he was in trouble, completely in trouble, and was badly tricked by that bastard He Mao.
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