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Song Yan noticed that An Qi was talking about the county town, not the master.

Therefore, this letter was not sent by Shu Changyu, but was most likely a letter sent back by Song Zhengdu.

Song Yan opened the letter and saw a familiar handwriting. The letter was indeed written by Song Zhengdu. He said in the letter that he was leaving for Guang'an Prefecture today and that Fourth Brother Shu had arranged for someone to escort him.

Tell big brother not to worry, he will come back as soon as possible after the provincial examination is over.

After reading the letter, Song Yan folded it and put it in his arms. With Shu Changyu arranging someone to escort him, his worries were slightly alleviated.

In addition, Gu Qianfan has also been arrested and brought to justice, so it should be possible that the previous situation of gangsters causing trouble will not happen again in this provincial examination.

Song Yan suddenly glanced at An Qi: "Didn't your master say when he would be back?"

An Qi scratched his head: "The master's schedule is always uncertain. If he finishes his work, he will definitely come back as soon as possible."

"Oh." Song Yan seemed to be asking casually, but she couldn't help but wonder in her heart, what was Shu Changyu busy with?

It's been five or six days, and there's not even a letter.

The dungeon of the county government office was filled with a foul and cold smell.

The humid air clung to the walls and the ground stickily. Water droplets slowly seeped out from the cracks in the stone walls, gathering into puddles of water stains that emitted a pungent smell.

At this moment in the cell, faint light shone in from a small and narrow window high up, illuminating the cramped space.

A figure huddled in a dark corner, his face haggard, his eyes revealing fear and fatigue.

This person is Gu Qianfan.

His originally neat clothes became tattered, his hair was scattered messily on his shoulders, his face was covered with dirt and bloodstains, and he looked like a destitute beggar.

He has been locked up in the dungeon for three days now. He has not had a drop of water during this time and is extremely weak.

For three whole days, there was not even a single visitor to the prison.

The Gu family must have received the news early in the morning, but why has no one come yet?

Gu Qianfan bit his fingers, feeling frightened and uneasy. Has the Gu family given up on him?

He doesn't believe it.

My parents must be trying to find a way to get him out.

Yes, that must be the case.

At this time, a jailer walked out of the cell without even looking at Qianfan.

Gu Qianfan's eyes followed the figure of the jailer closely, and the hope in his heart was shattered once again.

He leaned against the wall dejectedly, his eyes becoming empty.

Since being imprisoned in the dungeon, he has tried every means to bribe the jailers and ask them to pass on a message.

But no jailer paid any attention to him.

As the days passed, no one came to interrogate him. He was like a death row prisoner forgotten in a dungeon. No matter how loud he shouted, no one responded.

Even if he is suspected of murder to silence the witness, aren't those two old guys still alive?

No matter how guilty he was, he did not deserve the death penalty. At most, he should be sentenced to exile. But why was he treated so coldly? He racked his brains but could not understand.

Just as Gu Qianfan's spirit was gradually collapsing, suddenly, a sound of footsteps came from far away.

His heartbeat quickened suddenly, his eyes fixed on the passage outside the cell, a glimmer of hope rising in his heart.

The footsteps were particularly clear in the silent dungeon, and every step seemed to step on his heart.

Finally, a figure appeared at the door of the cell. Gu Qianfan tried to open his eyes wide, trying to see the face of the person clearly.

However, the light was dim and he could only make out a vague outline.

Gu Qianfan asked anxiously: "Who are you? Are you here to save me?"

Until that person spoke in a cold and mocking tone: "You're in the dungeon and you want to get out?"

The other person's voice was slightly cold and casual, but Gu Qianfan found it familiar. Where had he heard this voice before?

Gu Qianfan has always had a good memory, and he tried hard to search for this familiar voice in his mind.

By the way, not long ago, he had just finished the county exam and met Song Erlin’s elder brother and his friend, a very handsome young man. If Gu Qianfan had not been a bad boy, he would have gone up to make friends with them.

Although Gu Qianfan only exchanged a few words with them at that time, that unique voice was deeply imprinted in Gu Qianfan's mind.

Now the voice sounded again, but it brought with it a chilling feeling that made people's hearts palpitate.

"Is it you?" Gu Qianfan was surprised and confused.

How come the person who came happened to be acquainted with Song Erlin? Was he sent by Song Erlin?

No, no, how could Song Erlin have such extraordinary abilities to interfere in the affairs of the county government.

Could it be King Hui?

That’s right, Song Erlin recognized King Hui. He must be King Hui’s man. Only people from King Hui’s mansion have such power and means to be able to move freely in and out of the dungeon of the county government.

"Are you King Hui's man?" Gu Qianfan asked in a trembling voice.

"Heh." Shu Changyu's lips curled up in a sarcastic arc, but he did not comment.

He raised his hand and ordered the jailer to open the door.

The jailer hurriedly opened the cell door and Shu Changyu walked in.

Gu Qianfan looked at him in horror, his body unconsciously shrinking back, trembling with fear.

Shu Changyu looked down at Gu Qianfan with an indifferent expression. He turned his head and spoke to An Wu behind him.

"Give him a good greeting."

Shu Changyu didn't even bother to take action against such a cowardly person.

He turned and walked out of the cell, asked the jailer to bring him a chair, and sat down lazily, listening to the painful howls coming from the cell, Shu Changyu's face still showed no emotion.

He lowered his eyes slightly and tapped the armrest of the chair with his fingers, as if he was thinking about something.

Shu Changyu sat quietly for a while, then looked up at Gu Qianfan in the cell.

At this time, Gu Qianfan had been tortured beyond recognition, with blood and tear stains all over his twisted face.

"Master." An Wu came out of the cell, "He said he has something to tell you."

Shu Changyu raised his eyelids and said indifferently: "Speak."

An Wu glanced at Gu Qianfan in the cell and said, "He said that King Hui will die unexpectedly in three years."

"Oh?" Shu Changyu's eyes remained unchanged, and he asked nonchalantly, "Did he say anything else?"

An Wu shook his head: "He only said this, and refused to say anything more. He only said that if the master could spare his life, he would tell everything in the future."

Shu Changyu sneered: "He is naive, thinking that he can save his life with such an ambiguous message."

He tapped the armrest with his index finger: "Continue to torture him and make sure he spits out more useful information."

An Wu took the order and left. Gu Qianfan's painful howls were heard again in the cell.

Under Anwu's interrogation, Gu Qianfan finally uttered some fragmentary information.

For example, in June this year, there will be serious floods in the Jiangnan region.

When winter comes, the Central Plains will experience a snowstorm that is rare in a century.

These are all frightening predictions.