As expected by everyone, she became the wife of the Marquis after being married off

Shen Lanyue was stunned when she heard this. As she looked at the living person in front of her, she was reminded of the tragic death that happened in front of her in her previous life.

The warm blood flowed on her hands, but she felt it was as cold as ice.

"Silly girl, how can I bear to see you die." Shen Lanyue pulled Fanfan to her side and said softly, "I want to choose the best marriage for you, and then live a happy life for the rest of your life."

Fanfan glared at Shen Lanyue shyly, "Madam, I will never marry. I will stay with you all my life!"

"That's fine too. You can stay as long as you want."

……

The master and servant in the Marquis of Changning's mansion had a heart-to-heart talk, but there were no such happy days in the prison. As soon as Meng Changce arrived at the Fourth Prince's mansion, he heard news from someone.

The scholar who filed the lawsuit died in prison.

Li Jing was shocked and rushed to the prison with a grim look on his face. Before he saw anyone, he saw Li Wenxuan and his group who were already inside.

"Brother Three Emperors."

Li Wenxuan looked at Li Jing who came hurriedly without any surprise. He raised his eyebrows and smiled, as if he didn't notice the ugliness on his face at all.

"You're here early."

"I rushed here as fast as I could. I didn't dare to delay for even a moment." Li Wenxuan had a fake smile on his face.

The two men were fighting openly and secretly and were mocking each other, so the people in the cell quickly stood up and laughed it off.

Li Jing didn't come here intentionally to cause trouble for Li Wenxuan. His most urgent task now was to find out how this scholar died.

"Your Highness, please."

Li Jing and his group followed the prison guard into the cell and found no signs of struggle; it was even very clean and tidy.

The scholar was lying on the bed as if he was asleep, but a closer look revealed that his hands and feet were as white as ashes and he had long stopped breathing.

Li Wenxuan and his group had already looked over and were just standing outside, staring at Li Jing's behavior.

Wang Shuo hid his face under his nose with the fan in his hand, approached Li Wenxuan with a look of disgust and said, "Your Highness, it really smells bad in here, why don't we go sit outside."

"Anyway, we can't be blamed entirely for this. The Fourth Prince is the one in charge of this case."

Zhu Huaishu also nodded in agreement. He had long been unable to bear the unpleasant smell in here, but the people around him were all of higher status than him, so he was not in a position to speak up for the moment.

Li Wenxuan glanced at Li Jing and nodded.

Meng Changce stood leisurely behind Li Jing, without fixing his gaze on the corpse. He just narrowed his eyes slightly and looked around the cell, listening to the words of the prison guard indifferently.

With just a glance, it seemed as if I could see through that person's heart.

When Meng Changce is not smiling, he actually looks even more cold and aloof. For example, like now, when no one's eyes are on him, he smiles with his thin lips and looks at the backs of Li Wenxuan and others as they leave.

Finally, his gaze fell on the cold light in the prison. In a flash, when Li Jing turned around, he looked like a lazy and handsome marquis again.

Li Jing only took a glance, then turned around and asked, "Chengsi, what do you think?"

Zheng Chengsi bowed and frowned and replied, "I don't know."

"Do you really not know or..."

Li Jing smiled, raised his eyelids and asked with a condescending attitude as if deliberately.

Zheng Chengsi remained calm and replied, "I really don't know."

"I was just asking casually."

Li Jing helped Zheng Chengsi up with a smile, patted his shoulder, and acted as approachable as a gentle prince.

"But everyone, you have to think carefully about how to explain this to father."

There was a hidden chill in his words.

……

The Dali Temple Minister was already sweating profusely. He stood aside and dared not say a word. He could only look cautiously at the two princes sitting on the throne.

No one spoke for a moment, and the silence was so frightening.

The Dali Temple Minister carefully looked towards Zheng Chengsi for help, hoping that the prince would speak first.

Meng Changce looked nonchalant and relaxed. He didn't feel the tense atmosphere at all and drank the tea in his hand sip by sip.

"Sir Chen, have you found out the cause of death of this scholar?" It was Li Wenxuan who spoke, speaking calmly.

The Chief Justice of the Dali Temple stepped forward tremblingly and said, "Your Highnesses, I know this is a serious matter. We have sent people to guard here in fear every day." He wiped the sweat off his face as he spoke.

Before the two people in the upper positions could say anything, a burst of laughter was heard.

This person is Wang Shuo.

Everyone's eyes were focused on him.

Wang Shuo didn't feel awkward at all, as if he couldn't feel the various gazes around him. His eyes, which were always smiling, were now raised like a fox and he said, "Master Chen, His Highness was clearly asking how the scholar died, but you acted as if you were deaf."

"I don't answer your question." Wang Shuo said it word by word, then he covered his face with the fan in his hand and said deliberately: "Could it be that you killed that man?"

The voice, neither light nor heavy, fell on Lord Chen's heart, and the people in the room had different expressions.

"I dare not!"

With a thud, Lord Chen knelt down.

"Sir Chen, please stand up. Prince Jingyang was just joking. It's hard to say about other people. You have the person in your hands, so I don't think you would be that stupid." Li Jing's eyes flashed after Wang Shuo's words, and then he spoke in a gentle voice.

Wang Shuo raised his eyes and looked at Li Jing with a nonchalant smile on his face.

"As expected, the Fourth Prince understands me." Wang Shuo followed his words, raised a barely perceptible smile, and said to the kneeling Master Chen: "I hope Master Chen doesn't mind."

"Your Excellency, you are too kind."

How could Lord Chen dare to speak out the grievances in his heart?

"Okay, Lord Chen, you must now tell me the circumstances under which that scholar died, so that I can explain to my father." Li Jing took the lead in asking, his words full of dangerous meaning.

Master Chen squeezed out a hoarse voice from his throat and said, "Yes..." He hesitated for a moment and said, "He died of natural causes. There was no hint of poison. It was like he fell asleep naturally."

As soon as Lord Chen finished speaking, everyone in the hall looked unhappy. Li Jing's face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and his brows were tightly furrowed.

Li Wenxuan's expression was not very good, but rather gloomy.

"Do you know how much the emperor can believe this?"

Poor Lord Chen finally stood up, but quickly knelt down again. This time he crawled on the ground and dared not get up.

"I have never said anything false."

"Have you checked it again and again?"

Mr. Chen: "I have experienced this three or four times."

Li Jing sneered and stood up. "Master Chen, please take good care of the body." His expression was stern, and his eyes were looking at the person on the ground with subtle and complex expressions.

After saying this, he left. Everyone else knew that Li Jing was going to enter the palace immediately.

Meng Changce's face was as calm as water from beginning to end, and he looked leisurely without any unnecessary expression.

There was only a brief eye contact between him and Lord Chen when he was leaving, which was strange and mysterious.