After the failed attempt to pretend to be dead, the sickly child was favored by the treacherous mini

Wanted notices for Yang Huai were posted all over the streets and alleys, and under severe torture, even those who had just met Yang Huai once were summoned to the Dali Temple for questioning.

Whenever there was any clue related to Yang Huai, the Dali Temple would send people to search thoroughly.

The evidence collected during this massive mobilization was varied, some of which were righteous statements while others were opportunistic.

After removing all the pretexts, the Dali Temple Minister initially judged that Yang Huai should be in Shendu.

After this round of extortion and interrogation, only two mansions in the entire Divine Capital were not summoned to the Dali Temple.

One is the residence of General Tian Ding of the Imperial Guard, and the other is the residence of Shen Jinmo.

Naturally, the Chief Justice of the Dali Temple did not have the courage to directly summon the people from the Shen Mansion for questioning.

He was a seventh-rank official in the prime minister's office. Even if he was just a servant in the Shen family now, the Dali Temple could not afford to offend him.

No one from the Tian Mansion was summoned for questioning, so the only person in the Tian Mansion who had a connection with Yang Huai was Tian Ding.

It’s not that the Dali Temple can’t afford to offend the Imperial Guard Bureau, but Tian Ding is quite popular among the people now, and the Dali Temple Minister is too lazy to get involved with these unruly people.

But not sending people to ask questions does not mean that these two mansions will not pass on the information.

After weighing the pros and cons for a while, the Dali Temple Minister finally decided to let the official in charge of the trial and investigation personally lead people to the two mansions, which was a very humble decision.

The process for the people who went to Tian's house for the trial went relatively smoothly. Tian Ding led these people into the mansion with a smile and searched and questioned them. He then invited them to a restaurant for a good meal.

As for the official who came to the Shen Mansion, he waited at the door for nearly half an hour before he saw Mo Ping who was late.

After several conversations, Mo Ping's attitude was very good, but he just refused to nod.

"I also know that you officials have worked hard, but if you want to enter my Shen Mansion to interrogate me, I will report it to my master, right?"

If Shen Jinmo didn't nod, how could Mo Ping let anyone in?

Shen Jinmo is becoming more and more domineering, so how could he let anyone in to interrogate the people in his mansion?

But the Shen Mansion is the place with complicated ties to Yang Huai. Now that the case has been handed over to the Dali Temple, they need a charge before arresting anyone.

If they skipped the Shen Mansion, if the charges he fabricated at the Dali Temple went wrong, not to mention them, even the Dali Temple Minister would not be able to bear the consequences.

Officials who used to only collect money from others, today lined up and handed money to Mo Ping several times.

He bowed and said, "Lord Mo, please be flexible and say a few good words to Lord Shen."

"We are all working for others. This investigation is just a formality. We must make it quick and decisive."

"Yes, yes. If Lord Mo has any instructions in the future, please feel free to contact us at any time."

Mo Ping weighed the silver in his hand and said, "Wait, I'll go and take a look myself, but I can't guarantee that my master will agree."

He nodded and bowed: "Yes, yes, thank you for your hard work, Master Mo."

Mo Ping walked to the study room slowly, knocked on the door gently, and reported in a very formal manner.

"Master, the Dali Temple sent someone to report to Yang Huai in the mansion."

Having worked with Yang Huai for such a long time, Mo Ping actually subconsciously wanted to protect Yang Huai.

He didn't want anyone to find out Yang Huai's whereabouts, and he didn't want anyone from the Dali Temple to enter the mansion.

But whether he wants to or not, this matter must be handled with Shen Jinmo's permission.

Otherwise, if one day there is a servant in his Shen Mansion who deceives his superiors and hides the truth from his subordinates, it will be Shen Jinmo's people who will be in trouble.

Mo Pingcai didn't want to embarrass Shen Jinmo.

Xie Nanxing nestled in Shen Jinmo's arms. Shen Jinmo was holding Xie Nanxing's hand and practicing calligraphy with Xie Nanxing.

If two people practice calligraphy together, it is natural that they cannot produce any good calligraphy.

At first glance, it looks neither like Shen Jinmo's nor Xie Nanxing's writing.

But they both agreed that the characters resembled their own writing styles.

It's very beautiful and very elegant.

There was no instruction coming from the study room for a long time, and Mo Ping felt that it must be that vixen Ji Yue causing trouble again.

He might have deliberately taken this opportunity to shut his master's mouth and prevent him from speaking.

He always uses his mouth to shut up his master, which is really shameless.

If he were his little master, he would be so angry that he would die.

After waiting for a while, Mo Ping asked tentatively: "Master, do you want to send them away?"

"oops…"

A cry of surprise came from inside the room, which made Mo Ping's scalp tighten. Then Mo Ping heard, "Master Shen, look, Steward Mo scared me so much that I wrote this stroke crookedly."

"My precious calligraphy has become like this. I want Butler Mo to compensate me..."

Shen Jinmo got very close to take a look, opened his mouth and bit Xie Nanxing's hand that had fallen on the rice paper, smacked it and took a bite.

"It's its fault."

Xie Nanxing's hands were naughty. Not only did they not write properly, they also scratched his palm.

Isn't it written crookedly?

But Mo Ping outside the door sighed with grievance and resignation: "I know my fault, and I beg the master to punish me."

Xie Nanxing smiled like a cat stealing some fish, put down the brush and moved a little closer to Shen Jinmo's arms.

"Is the trial fun? Can I go and see it?"

Xie Nanxing stood up, took out the veil and handed it to Shen Jinmo, asking Shen Jinmo to put it on him.

"Okay, I'll let them interrogate you."

"Can I sit on your lap and watch them interrogate?"

His somewhat arrogant eyes fell on the armchair: "The stool in your house is so hard and a little cold, I don't like sitting on it."

He was lying with his eyes open. It was obvious that Shen Jinmo's hard thigh muscles were much harder than the stool.

Taking out the cloak for Xie Nanxing to put on, Shen Jinmo reminded him cautiously, "Then don't make a fuss. There are too many outsiders."

Acting under Ji Yue's name, it's not just Xie Nanxing who loses face, but Xie Nanxing's methods become more and more shameless.

In the past, only Mo Ping could occasionally catch a glimpse of the spring scene in this main courtyard.

But just thinking about those methods, Mo Ping felt that Ji Yue was worthy of being a graduate of Nanfeng Pavilion.

Fortunately, his master is in very good health. If it were someone else, he would have failed long ago.

"hug."

He opened his arms towards Shen Jinmo, and waited until Shen Jinmo lifted his butt and held him in his arms, then Xie Nanxing muttered in a voice that all three of them could hear.

"Mr. Ming obviously likes it very much, so why are you pretending to be so serious now?"

His eyes turned to Mo Ping and said, "Butler Mo, do you think your master is taking advantage of you and is still acting cute?"

Fox Meizi!

Mo Ping complained in his heart, then showed Ji Yue a smile that was uglier than crying, and fled under the pretext of arranging things.

He was determined to make sure that the people in the Dali Temple wouldn't be able to figure out a single word.

As he walked, Mo Ping recalled Ji Yue's voice when he spoke just now.

He didn't know if Mo Ping was hallucinating because of the torture he had received from Ji Yue these days, but he always felt that Ji Yue's face hidden behind the veil was becoming more and more like his young master.

Not to mention the face, even the voice just now is somewhat similar.

He kept shaking his head.

Mo Ping felt that he was really crazy.