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The two of them sat on the steps and started chatting.

Jiang Nianyin suggested: "If you don't want to go back home, I can take you to the teahouse."

"No." Song shook her head and said tiredly, "Just stay here. I don't agree with your marriage with Wen Zhi, so why did you save me? Do you want to please me and marry into the Song family?"

Hearing this, Jiang Nianyin smiled gently.

"No matter who you are, I will stop her from committing suicide. I can't just marry them because they have a son, right?"

Song turned around in confusion: "You don't want to marry An Wenzhi?"

Jiang Nianyin picked up a piece of snow and crushed it in her palm. Thinking of what happened between her and An Wenzhi again, the bitterness in her heart lessened a lot.

"Not really."

Song asked, "Why? My son is an excellent man. You two had a deep friendship and loyalty back then. Everyone in Shengjing knows that you like my son. Now he wants to divorce the princess because of you. Don't you want to do that now?"

Jiang Nianyin turned around and looked at her.

"Lord An is excellent, but I am not bad either. This is not the right time. He has already married, and Princess Jiayun is always looking for trouble with me. I have to consider all those who bring many dangers to my life. Besides, don't you disagree? There is no need for me to think about impossible things."

These words left Song speechless.

She slowly regained her senses, and her ears turned red when she thought about how she had attempted suicide just now.

"What did you get here?"

Jiang Nianyin said: "Files, some murder cases."

Song sneered: "Do you understand?"

Jiang Nianyin said truthfully: "I don't understand it. I read it all night last night and I have some clues."

Song couldn't laugh anymore, because at this moment, she found that the girl she had always hated was actually better than the princess daughter-in-law she had chosen personally. She lowered her head, tears welling up in her eyes.

"you can not."

Jiang Nianyin looked over in confusion, sighed, and handed over the handkerchief, "Did something happen to you? I'll take you back to the Song Mansion, and Lord An will help you solve it."

She stood up.

Song pulled him to sit down again.

Song shook her head. "Wenzhi dislikes me for being in charge, and the master thinks I'm more nagging than a monster. I don't really want to go back, and I don't know where to go. Let me follow you. Also, don't forget Wenzhi. He went to Xige Country for you. It's dangerous now, and I don't know if he can come back. You can't forget him."

Jiang Nianyin didn't say anything.

She was in a hurry to go to the Ministry of Justice, so she had to take Song with her and bought two buns on the way. "Aunt, please wait here."

Song still caught up.

Now that she had the chance, she wanted to see what Jiang Nianyin was like. She wanted to keep her son in mind so that he wouldn't sleep with the princess.

Jiang Jing was in the yard, practicing sword with Song Wang.

He frowned when he saw his sister coming with Mrs. Song, but still called out politely, "Aunt Song."

"Hey..." Song's tired face showed a smile, but when she thought of how she had said rude things to Jiang Nianyin, she felt guilty when facing the Jiang family, "Why did you all come to the Ministry of Justice?"

This case is no longer a secret.

Jiang Jing said: "I came to investigate the matter of the butterfly pattern."

Song was shocked and took a breath of cold air. Her eyes were wandering. Just then, Jiusu and Qiu Man came out after resting. She looked at Qiu Man, who had died tragically because of the butterfly pattern.

Among them was Qiu Man’s mother.

"Have you found out anything about this?"

The crowd shook their heads.

Jiang Nianyin took out the case file, pointed at a sentence on it, and said uncertainly: "I studied it all night, and it seems that bird calls appeared in the files of many deceased people..."

Before he could finish his words, a woman walked out from the side.

He said sarcastically, "You watched all night, and this is all you can see? Those ladies live in the courtyard, so isn't it normal for them to have some birds and animals in their homes?"

Song Wang introduced: "The cook of the Ministry of Justice, Fang Nuan."

Fang Nuan ran forward angrily, put her hands on her hips and said, "Sir, how many times have I told you that I am a cook on the surface, but in fact I am a non-staff member of the Criminal Department and also a part of the investigation."

Song Wang nodded indifferently.

"Ok."

Fang Nuan snatched the case files back from Jiang Nianyin's hands and asked unmercifully, "What are you talking about? Where were you just listening to the birds? What a waste of these case files, sir, you might as well show them to me."

Qiu Man snatched it back and put it in Jiang Nianyin's hand.

"Let me show you. Put it in the pot and cook it?"

Fang Nuan blushed, "That's better than listening to the birds singing."

Jiusu asked, "You have been in the Ministry of Justice for so long, have you figured out anything? Or, this case has happened for more than ten years, and it is still an unsolved case. You want to know what the Ministry of Justice is doing? What does the Minister of Justice do for a living, right?"

Song Wang looked at Jiang Jing sadly.

Jiang Jing glanced at him and said, "The food in the Ministry of Justice is really not tasty."

Fang Nuan gritted her teeth. Seeing that he was dressed simply, she said unhappily, "Where did you come from? How dare you speak ill of me in the Ministry of Justice? Do you want to die?"

She was obsessed with becoming a judge in the Ministry of Justice.

Why would I have the time to study any dish? Isn’t it enough to just cook it?

Song Wang stopped her from saying anything, "How dare you! This is Lord Jiu, the Salt Transport Commissioner. I invited you here. It's not your turn to speak here."

Fang Nuan noticed that the adults were angry.

Kneeling on the ground: "Master Jiu, I am blind, please forgive me, but if you don't transport salt properly and investigate the case in the Ministry of Justice, will it be considered as exceeding your authority?"

Jiusu asked back: "Oh, I came to help Mr. Song, even if it is beyond my authority, then why don't you just cook your meal and ask about the case? Do you have the right?"

'Do you have the right?'

These four words, like the fire in the woodshed, deeply burned into Fang Nuan's heart.

She was at a disadvantage, lower than burnt ashes.

"I want to investigate the case, catch the bad guys, and relieve your worries. I was wrong just now. Everyone has the responsibility to catch the bad guys. Please forgive me, Master Jiu."

Of course, this is just a small episode.

Jiusu didn't care at all. She just thought Fangnuan was a passionate and righteous person.

only…

She looked at Song who was not in a good state.

"Aunt Song, what's wrong with you?"

Song looked uneasy. As she recalled the past, her feet suddenly felt cold. She looked around subconsciously, fearing that there were bad guys. She said with a dry mouth, "I'm a little thirsty. Let's go inside and talk."

After a few cups of tea, everyone was puzzled.

She finally spoke.

"Actually, what Jiang Nianyin said makes some sense."

Jiang Nianyin's eyes lit up, "Aunt knows the inside story?"

Song nodded: "It's not the inside story, just some rumors. Have you heard of Prince Anmu? When he was 20 years old, which was the year the emperor ascended the throne, he died suddenly. On that day, flocks of birds flew over the sky of the palace. Prince Anmu liked Madam Yang at the time. Madam Yang died a few years later..."

Qiu Man frowned, "If Madam Yang's death was really caused by him, then who did my mother offend?"

Song said awkwardly, "I just heard about it."

"Where is King Anmu buried?" Jiusu asked.

Song said, "It seems to be the imperial mausoleum. I just said it casually. Don't take it seriously. I'm going back home first."

Alas, she feels a little regretful now.

Why are you saying this? If you bring up the emperor's affairs, won't it be a disaster?