Chapter 110: He Wants to... Resign? ...
The shouts came from far away and interrupted Wen Yu's aimless and scattered thoughts. She took a few quick steps and passed Song Linsheng. Without his obstruction, Wen Yu saw Xiyan running towards her at a glance.
"Young Master, Madam Wen." In the blink of an eye, Xiyan came up and greeted them both.
Wen Yu felt that he had wasted quite some time and felt a little guilty, so he apologized before Xi Yan could speak.
"Xiyan, why are you here?" Wen Yu curled her fingertips and clasped her hands. "Could it be that you've been waiting for us for too long..."
He was afraid that the children were starving, so he hurried to find her and Song Linsheng.
But before Wen Yu could finish his words, Xi Yan hurriedly shook his head. He had been jogging all the way here and was still a little out of breath. Without even taking a breath, he continued:
"Sir, Madam Wen, the Yang Sheng who was with Lord Jia is here."
Almost at the same time, after hearing Xi Yan's words, Wen Yu and Song Linsheng turned their heads and looked at each other. Even without saying a word, they understood what each other meant: What was he doing here at this time?
It is an indisputable fact that Lord Jia shot Cheng Lian in broad daylight on the riverbank in front of everyone. Even if there were reasons and excusable circumstances, the people witnessed it with their own eyes. Now that Lord Jia is under control in the government office, Yang Sheng should not walk around at will. How did he come to the Song residence?
"Where is he now?" Song Linsheng asked calmly with raised eyebrows.
"He's standing in the front hall, saying he must see the Master." Xiyan pointed outwards, towards the front yard. "He looks very anxious. I asked him to sit for a while, but he refused."
After hearing this, Wen Yu was even more puzzled.
What could he have to say at this time that he would not tell it until he saw Song Linsheng?
Song Linsheng nodded gently and greeted Xiyan. He thought for a moment and said, "Xiyan, take Madam Wen to dinner. I will go see Yangsheng myself."
Although I don't know why he came, it must not be something that can be explained in a few words. If Wen Yu goes with him, she will have to go hungry and waste a lot of time.
"I won't go. I'll go with you to see Yang Sheng." Wen Yu ignored Song Linsheng's suggestion and insisted.
If Song Linsheng doesn't want to eat, then she won't eat either. She won't starve to death anyway.
There are more important things to do right now.
She saw the man named Yang Sheng from afar at the bow today. Although she couldn't see him clearly, the way he spoke to Lord Jia seemed very intimate, so she thought he was a close confidant of Lord Jia.
He was not at the government office guarding Lord Jia at this time, but came to look for Song Linsheng. Could it be that something had happened to Lord Jia?
"But Madam Wen, Uncle Song did you..."
The mutton in the basin that you like.
Xiyan just started to persuade him, but stopped talking halfway.
Madam Wen is a person with her own ideas, and this is not the first time he has known this.
If she wants to do something, no one can stop her, and if she doesn't want to do something, it will be useless no matter how much she talks.
"Young Master..." Xi Yan turned around and threw the difficult problem to his own young master, calling out for help.
Wen Yu's face remained motionless, as if there was no room for negotiation.
Song Linsheng sighed softly, with no other choice but to say, "Well, then, you and I will go together."
After saying that, he gave Xiyan who was standing next to him a look.
"In that case, go eat first and take care of Ayuan and the others."
Xiyan felt as if he had been pardoned. He quickly agreed and then stepped aside.
Wen Yu stood up, brushed the non-existent dust off his sleeves with his hands, then stepped forward and made a gesture of invitation.
"Sir Song, there is a case to be handled right now. Please come in."
She imitated the tone that Manager Mu used to speak to Song Linsheng on a daily basis and led Song Linsheng in a proper manner.
Song Linsheng was surprised for a moment, as if he didn't expect Wen Yu to behave like this, and then he couldn't help laughing.
Wen Yu is just like this, smart and clever yet humorous and lively.
"Or..." Song Linsheng changed the subject and joked with Wen Yu, "Master Wen, please go first."
Master Wen?
Wen Yu's face flushed and she quickly retracted her hands to her sides, no longer embarrassed to stretch them out in front of her.
She didn't expect Song Linsheng to pick up her conversation, and she felt a little embarrassed. She quickly turned around and ran ahead, leaving only a trace of blue waves.
Song Linsheng smiled and followed behind slowly. The two of them walked towards the front hall, one in front and the other behind.
The night is gloomy and the lights are alluring.
Song Linsheng and Wen Yu had just turned the corner when they saw a man standing in the corridor, pacing anxiously, and not even going into the house to sit down.
The flickering candlelight cast his figure on the ground, creating several overlapping shadows.
It is the birth of Yang.
The two of them looked at each other, and when they turned to look at Yang Sheng, he happened to turn around and saw Song Linsheng and Wen Yu.
"Sir Song, Sir Song!" Yang Sheng called out repeatedly, his tone filled with anxiety.
He walked quickly towards Song Linsheng. The night lights arranged in a row under the corridor made him flicker. Although it was not a long distance, he exuded the momentum of crossing mountains and seas.
"I greet Lord Song." Although flustered, he remained polite. "I greet Madam Wen."
Yang Sheng greeted Song Linsheng and Wen Yu one by one, which was very considerate.
Song Linsheng nodded in return and led the way into the house. "Yangsheng, no need to be so polite. Please come inside and talk."
Wen Yu nodded and moved aside, wanting Yang Sheng to walk in front.
But Yang Sheng remained motionless, showing no intention of going in. His expression was composed, yet he could not conceal his panic.
Song Linsheng stopped where he was, still maintaining the gesture of "please come in". Obviously, if the guest did not move, he, as the host, would not be impolite and leave first.
Wen Yu glanced at Yang Sheng strangely. She had rarely seen this person, let alone been familiar with him.
She had been to the government office and Jiangyang Restaurant several times before, but had never even met Yang Sheng.
Her eyes wandered between Song Linsheng and Yang Sheng. She thought that this man had no relationship with Song Linsheng, so why would he come to visit at night?
"Let's go in." Wen Yu gathered her sleeves and said, "It's so cold here."
She was not like Song Linsheng who had to follow so many rules. Wen Yu shrugged and walked up the stairs.
If I had known it would be so cold at night, I should have brought an extra coat when I went out.
"Master Song, Madam Wen!"
A sudden call from behind stopped Wen Yu on the stairs, and she turned around to look.
Yang Sheng lagged behind Wen Yu by a few steps, and stood at the bottom with Song Linsheng, not far away.
He lowered his eyebrows, seeming to be in great trouble. Seeing Wen Yu looking at him, he shook his head violently and spoke through gritted teeth.
"Master Song, please don't blame Madam Wen." Yang Sheng paused, then continued with a breath held, "It's really rude of me to visit you in the middle of the night, but..."
Wen Yu's heart almost jumped into her throat. Her eyes were fixed on Yang Sheng's moving lips, waiting for what he would say next.
But he suddenly got stuck and stammered, which was really worrying.
Wen Yu lifted her skirt, ran down the stairs in a few steps, and rushed to Yang Sheng.
"Just what?"
"Just tell me!"
Song Linsheng stepped forward and stood beside Wen Yu, his wide sleeves blocking Wen Yu's body. With this little cover, Song Linsheng gently moved Wen Yu's cuffs and told her to be patient.
"Yangsheng, if you have anything to say, just tell me directly. Don't be shy." Song Linsheng looked at Yangsheng soothingly.
He did know some things, but he didn't know which one Yang Sheng was after.
Yang Sheng lowered his head and closed his eyes. There seemed to be a conflict between his conscience and his desires in his mind, and he was in great torment. He only let out a sigh as if he had hardened his heart. When he looked up again, his eyes were already open, flashing with a strange watery light.
"Sir Song, please enforce the law impartially and give my master justice."
Song Linsheng's heart moved, but his face remained calm. "I don't know...what do you mean?"
"Yes, what do you mean?" Wen Yu was a little confused.
Even though Lord Jia took action to kill Cheng Lian, no one wanted to do anything to him until the matter was clarified.
It was a bit strange that Yang Sheng rushed to Song Linsheng and said such words.
Yang Sheng did not respond, but reached into his arms and took out something.
Wen Yu saw that it was square in shape but not very thick. She could see it clearly in the moonlight, but could not tell what it was.
She looked up at Song Linsheng on the side with a puzzled look.
Wen Yu didn't recognize this thing, but Song Linsheng was very familiar with it.
In the past, these were indispensable on the documents of his father and brother in Shangdu, and now he often dealt with them every day in the government office.
Yang Sheng handed it to Song Linsheng——
It's an official document.
Song Linsheng took it with both hands and slowly spread it out.
"Your humble servant, Jia Ren, is from Minghuai and has served as an official for over ten years..."
The contents of the official document appeared before Song Linsheng's eyes.
"Sir Song, please forgive me for being so talkative."
"Your Excellency was also present at what happened today, and Madam Wen witnessed it firsthand." Yang Sheng looked at Wen Yu for help, and continued.
"In that situation, if my master hadn't intervened in time, Madam Wen's life would have been in danger."
Yang Sheng's teeth were almost broken. He knew that it was inappropriate for him to barge into the Song residence so rashly and insist on seeing Lord Song.
And what he said was even more beyond the pale.
But he had to tell it even if he risked being chased out by Lord Song and dragged to the street to be beaten.
"Even if I accidentally shot the thief, he was the one who kidnapped Madam Wen first and then blackmailed Lord Jia. He truly deserves it."
"Even if my master's deeds are not considered meritorious, he should not be charged with murder out of anger."
Yang Sheng frowned, his face turned pale, he bowed to Song Linsheng and then continued.
"I know that rumors are spreading among the people and are difficult to stop. They all say that Lord Jia killed people for his own selfish desires and silenced them."
He doesn't care what others say, the key is what Lord Song thinks and how he views this matter.
Yang Sheng's eyes trembled, and he felt uneasy. "But if you can just accuse someone so easily, it will be disheartening."
"Master Song, think about it. If everyone is cautious and this happens again, who would be willing to be the one to shoot the first arrow?"
That wasn't what he was talking about, and it was far from simple archery.
He was talking about every accident that might happen in Jiangyang Mansion in the future and every person who might be in danger. At that time, would there be a Lord Jia who was willing to "shoot arrows" among them?
Song Linsheng naturally understood the intention of Yang Sheng's words.
"I ask Lord Song to investigate this matter and give Lord Jia justice." Yang Sheng said this in a resounding voice.
His eyes were bright and full of anticipation, as if he would not give up until he got a definite answer from Song Linsheng.
Song Linsheng did not respond and continued to read the documents in his hand.
I have behaved inappropriately and failed to perform my duties. I know that I have committed manslaughter and am guilty of a serious crime. I would like to resign from the position of Tongzhi.
The last word was covered in smudged ink, soaking most of the paper.
Song Linsheng could still smell the distinct scent of ink when he held it in his hand.
This document had just been written, or rather, it was taken away while it was being written, so it was stained with ink.
Lord Jia, he wants to... resign?
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