Chapter 187 Lord Shen is so informal, why is His Highness so happy?
Pei Yuan snorted, "You're the one who asked me to teach you, that's why I stopped. Who knew you'd just run right into me?"
The initial qi stagnation.
Because of the pain in her nose, tears welled up in her clear almond-shaped eyes, making her look wary, like a little deer.
Pei Yuan frowned slightly. "Does it really hurt that much? Your nose is far too delicate."
Shen Chu pursed her lips and remained silent.
Don't you have any idea how tough you are?
Pei Yuan rubbed his nose. "How about I bump into your chest too, then we'll be even, okay?"
Hit...hit her chest?
Shen Chu was so shocked that her face turned red and she almost jumped up on the spot.
What kind of crazy suggestion is this?
She quickly took two steps back, but after thinking about it, she felt it was still not safe, so she silently took two more steps back.
Pei Yuan's face darkened.
As if you should guard against him like you would against a wolf?
"Heh, it seems you don't need me to teach you."
He turned and left in a huff.
Chen Chu was stunned for a moment, then took three steps at a time to catch up.
She reached out and tugged at his sleeve, her smile somewhat ingratiating.
"No, no, Your Highness, please enlighten me."
Pei Yuan glanced at him sideways, "Your nose doesn't hurt anymore?"
"It hurts... Ah, it doesn't hurt anymore." Shen Chu quickly shook her head.
Pei Yuan's gaze swept over his reddened nose, his eyes filled with an inscrutable emotion.
"Your Highness?"
Pei Yuan snapped out of his reverie. "Hmm? Please tell me, what should you be called?"
This question is quite challenging.
I've asked this several times in the last two days.
She smiled and pulled Pei Yuan back to the private room, personally pouring him a cup of tea and handing it to him.
"Please give me some pointers, Sixth Brother."
Pei Yuan was satisfied. He took the tea, took a sip, and then spoke:
"Jiang Hongzhi remained silent because he was certain someone would protect him. At this moment, what do you think he most wanted?"
Shen Chu pondered for a moment.
"He has been convicted of murdering his wife for money, and the evidence is conclusive. It is impossible for him to get away with it."
His greatest desire right now is simply to survive; only by staying alive can he think of anything else.
“That’s right, it’s about survival.” Pei Yuan fanned himself with his jade-bone fan and asked leisurely, “Think about it, the Feng family is powerful and influential, why would they insist on protecting a son-in-law like him?”
Or let's put it another way: if you were the real mastermind, driving Yao Sihai to his death and pinning everything on him, wouldn't the case's leads just go cold?
Shen Chu nodded, "That's right, this way we can't implicate the person behind the scenes at all."
"Since they are not involved, why would they bother to save Jiang Hongzhi's life?"
A thought struck Chen Chu.
"What leverage does Jiang Hongzhi have over the Feng family? It could very well be a fatal one."
He suddenly stood up and clapped his hands excitedly.
"Yes, that must be it. Jiang Hongzhi holds a fatal handle on the Feng family, which is why he is so confident that he can get away."
Because of this leverage, the Feng family had no choice but to hastily force Yao Sihai to commit suicide in order to exonerate Jiang Hongzhi.
As Chen Chu spoke, her eyes grew brighter and brighter.
"I know what to do now, thank you for your guidance, Your Highness."
She cupped her hands in greeting and ran off excitedly.
"Hey, I haven't finished yet," Pei Yuan called out.
"No need, I've already thought it through."
Shen Chu's figure had already disappeared around the corner of the staircase.
His voice, instructing the waiter, could be heard outside.
"Checking out? Ah, find that handsome young master upstairs."
Pei Yuan raised an eyebrow. A handsome young master?
Are you talking about him?
He stroked the jade-bone fan and chuckled, "He certainly doesn't hold back."
But the corners of his mouth turned up high.
Sun Yan, standing behind, silently rolled his eyes.
Your Highness, your lips are almost touching your ears.
Mr. Shen, you're too kind. Is that all that makes you so happy?
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It was late at night, and the county government dungeon was dimly lit, with only a single flickering lamp swaying in the wind in the corridor.
Jiang Hongzhi sat in the corner with disheveled hair, showing no signs of sleepiness.
A rustling sound came from the cell next door, and after a moment, a low, suppressed voice could be heard.
"Master Jiang?"
Jiang Hongzhi slowly raised his head and looked at the source of the sound.
He's the prisoner in the next room.
He was just arrested this afternoon, supposedly for causing serious injury in a fight.
The inmate in the next cell was waving at him, but when he looked over, he quickly turned his head away and looked warily into the corridor.
In the middle of the corridor, the guards were dozing off, their heads resting on the table.
But Jiang Hongzhi knew that many Flying Eagle Guards were standing outside the dungeon.
He frowned, but instead of walking over, he asked warily:
Who is your master?
The prisoner next door sneered, "What are you pretending to be confused about, Master Jiang? You've only been here a day and you're already pretending not to know me?"
Jiang Hongzhi brushed aside the hair hanging in front of his eyes and carefully examined the other person.
After a moment, he scoffed, "You do look very unfamiliar. I've never seen you before, so why should I believe you?"
The prisoner next door frowned and said in a low voice, "Yao Sihai is dead."
Jiang Hongzhi's pupils contracted slightly as he stared intently at the prisoner next door.
The prisoner next door lowered his voice to a whisper: "He committed suicide by swallowing gold. Before he died, he left a suicide note saying that you were coerced by him into providing him with smuggled salt."
My husband said you must insist that you were forced to do it and that you knew nothing else.
Jiang Hongzhi's expression softened slightly.
The inmate next door asked in a low voice, "You didn't confess to that, did you?"
Jiang Hongzhi frowned. "No, I didn't say anything."
The prisoner next door breathed a sigh of relief.
"That's good. Now that Yao Sihai is dead, you only need to bear the crime of murdering your wife for money. But Zhang Shi is not dead, so your crime can be serious or minor."
At most, it'll be exile; my master has already made arrangements.
They'll stage your death during your exile journey, and someone will meet you there, giving you a new travel permit and identity.
You should move to a new place and start your life anew.
Jiang Hongzhi listened silently, the suspicion in his eyes gradually fading, replaced by a smug smile.
He knew the Feng family would definitely spare his life.
"Is it just a new travel permit and identity?"
The prisoner next door chuckled, “My master said that as long as you keep that matter to yourself and never confess, he guarantees you’ll be able to live a good life even if you’re moved to another place.”
He has already chosen a place for you. When you get there, someone will naturally take care of you.
This is the location and contact information. The master said to burn it immediately after you've read it.
The prisoner next door took a piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to him through the bars.
Jiang Hongzhi leaned closer, reached out to take it, and complained as he did so:
"Don't pick any remote places for me, I can't stand living there."
"Don't worry, Mr. Jiang will definitely like this place."
Jiang Hongzhi opened the paper with a curious look. "Where?"
"In the underworld, the one who will take care of you is King Yama."
The inmate next door chuckled, then suddenly grabbed Jiang Hongzhi's arm and pulled him forward forcefully.
Jiang Hongzhi stumbled and bumped into the railing.
A small but sharp blade pierced his abdomen.
"You..." Jiang Hongzhi's eyes widened in pain, but before he could utter a sound, his mouth was covered tightly by the other party.
The prisoner next door chuckled coldly, “My master said that only the dead can truly keep secrets. It’s time to send you on your way.”
"No, um..." Jiang Hongzhi struggled desperately, but was held tightly to the railing by the other party, and the dagger was plunged into his back again.
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