The fragrance of medicine is alluring, the farm elder sister is cool and cool

"It doesn't matter if you lose it. I'll give you another pair of gold ones."

Yuchuan was in no mood to be intimate with him now. She struggled to push him away and frowned, saying, "The one I lost was the one I wore on the day I went to the mine. When I came back, I found one was missing. I thought I didn't know where I lost it, so I let it go. But the more I think about it these past few days, the more I think it's wrong. I dream every night that the young lady comes to me to take my life. I suddenly remembered that when she was struggling, could it be that she was snatched away?"

The servant also became serious. After listening to Yuchuan's words, he reached out and took her in his arms, patting her back gently. "Don't be afraid. It's just a dream. I never believe in retribution. We pushed her into the pit. She has no evidence."

Yuchuan shook her head tremblingly, "No, I heard that the bodies have been taken away by the people from the Dali Temple."

"What?! The body of the Third Young Madam has also been found?" The servant took two steps back in panic. He was panicking because he had also strangled Wang Yunxi. If he was found, would he be beheaded?

Yuchuan nodded, "This is what I'm most worried about, whether they can find any clues."

The servant took a deep breath and said, "No, the mine is so deep that you would be flattened if you fell in. How can you see anything?" The servant thought for a while, held Yuchuan's shoulder, and said, "My dear, you can't show your fear. It has come to this. Aren't your Wang family members going to attend the funeral in a few days? Then you can encourage the Third Master to find some connections with your Wang family and get the Third Young Lady's body back from the Dali Temple as soon as possible so that she can be buried early."

Yuchuan nodded heavily. She would not rest in peace until Wang Yunxi's body was buried. The two of them made up their minds and went back. Wang Yunxi took out the remaining earring from her dressing box and threw it into the pond under the cover of night.

......

Wen Qingcheng spent a night in the high-level cell of the Dali Temple Prison. She had many dreams at night. She dreamed that she was beheaded, dreamed of Wang Yunxi, and dreamed of Ye Xiuying. She fell asleep and woke up several times throughout the night, until she fell into a deep sleep in the early morning.

It was noon and the sunlight outside shone in through the plate-sized high window in the cell, and Wen Qingcheng woke up slowly.

"Awake." A rough male voice was close at hand. Wen Qingcheng suddenly opened her eyes, and a handsome face appeared in front of her.

"Brother Mo..." Wen Qingcheng sat up suddenly, the quilt slipped off her body, and she felt cold. Wen Qingcheng hurriedly pulled the quilt, then she remembered that she was sleeping in prison clothes. She came out from the quilt and looked at Mo Jinghong in surprise.

In an instant, the uneasiness in her heart disappeared when she saw Mo Jinghong. "Why did you suddenly appear here?" Wen Qingcheng had only seen Mo Jinghong for a few days, and when she woke up again and saw him appear in front of her, she felt as if she was in another world.

Mo Jinghong looked at Wen Qingcheng in prison uniform with messy hair, and felt a pang of pain in his heart. He sat at the head of the bed and held her in his arms. "Cheng'er, don't be afraid. I'm here. I know you are innocent and you didn't kill anyone."

Wen Qingcheng looked up at Mo Jinghong and squinted at the door. The door was closed. Wen Qingcheng whispered, "Actually, I..."

Wen Qingcheng was about to say something when Mo Jinghong's lips pressed against hers. Although he could come in to visit the prison due to his special status, the security outside was tight and there was no guarantee that the Third Prince's spies might not be lurking nearby. How could he say anything careless?

Mo Jinghong kissed Wen Qingcheng lightly, then slowly separated, looked at her seriously and said, "You don't have to say anything. Bai Wei and Yingge have already told me everything that happened. I know you are innocent, and you didn't kill Wang Yunxi."

Wen Qingcheng suddenly realized that Mo Jinghong meant that when she was tried, she would insist that she did not kill Wang Yunxi. Anyway, they had no direct evidence to prove that it was she, Wen Qingcheng, who killed Wang Yunxi.

Mo Jinghong hugged Wen Qingcheng and whispered in her ear, "The prince is already helping you get through this, and he will definitely keep you safe." Mo Jinghong heard from the prince that this matter had been exaggerated by someone with ulterior motives and told to His Majesty, and His Majesty was also paying close attention to this matter. The Third Prince and his party would definitely take this opportunity to kill Wen Qingcheng. If the prince had not transferred Wen Qingcheng to the Dali Temple Prison and left her in the cell, after a night, he would have forced Wen Qingcheng to sign and quickly sentenced her to death. Thinking of this, Mo Jinghong was afraid.

Wen Qingcheng lay quietly in Mo Jinghong's arms, her heart was extremely peaceful. She was not afraid of death. In her opinion, killing someone means paying with one's life. Since the incident had already happened, she was not afraid to take responsibility. The worst that could happen was death. She just couldn't bear to leave her relatives here.

Mo Jinghong hugged Wen Qingcheng, but he couldn't hold her enough. At this time, there was a knock on the iron door. Wen Qingcheng suddenly remembered that she was in prison. She quickly got up from Mo Jinghong's arms and sat up straight.

"I'm leaving, you'll be fine..." Mo Jinghong glanced at Wen Qingcheng reluctantly, then turned and left.

The iron door slammed shut. As soon as Mo Jinghong left, Wen Qingcheng felt empty and cold. Wen Qingcheng stood up, put on the cloak given to her by the prince, got up, wet her towel and washed up. The jailer brought the meal, which only had one bowl of porridge, one vegetable and a boiled egg. Wen Qingcheng sat on the chair and started eating. She heard that the food in the death row was all rotten rice. It was a special consideration for her to be able to eat such clean, fresh and hot meals.

Just as she was concentrating on eating, the iron gate rang. Wen Qingcheng turned around and saw that it was Wen Liang who came with a lunch box in his hand.

The jailer was very polite to Wen Liang and whispered, "Please, my lord. It will only take an incense stick of time at most. Please don't make things difficult for us."

"Thank you." Wen Liang said to the jailer and walked in.

"Dad, how did you know I was here?" Wen Qingcheng stood up in surprise.

"Hurry up and sit down. We are eating." Wen Liang pressed Wen Qingcheng's shoulder. Seeing the simple meal on the table, his heart ached. "The food here is too simple. How can it guarantee nutrition? Dad brought you some delicious food. He specially asked the small kitchen in the mansion to make it. It's still hot. Come and eat it."

Wen Qingcheng didn't think the food here was bad. Wen Liang had lived a hard life in Yueya Village before, and the food in prison was better than what he had eaten at that time. This is why it is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but difficult to go from luxury to frugality.

Wen Liang put the food on the table from the lunch box and snatched the boiled egg from Wen Qingcheng's hand, "Don't eat this, eat it while it's hot."

"Dad, I'm in prison now. It's not appropriate for people to see this." Wen Qingcheng originally wanted to keep a low profile, and fell into deep thought as she looked at the table full of delicious food.

"It's okay, Dad has taken care of it."

Wen Liang watched Wen Qingcheng eat with gusto, and sat beside her lovingly watching her finish. Wen Qingcheng raised her sleeve to wipe her mouth, turned around and saw Wen Liang looking at her, her eyes were red.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"