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Jiang Nianyin went to see Song off back home.

There are very few records about King Anmu.

There are only a few sentences, such as "I am friendly and respectful to the emperor", which does not seem to be a summary of King Anmu's twenty years.

It seems more like the character the emperor created for himself.

Jiusu said: "Let's find the people who used to serve King Anmu and see if we can get any useful information from them."

As the Minister of Justice.

It's easy to investigate a few people, but this matter involves too many people and things, and it needs to be investigated secretly, so the time cannot be guaranteed.

Song House.

The housekeeper saw his wife running over in a hurry and said, "You are finally back. The master was so worried."

Song asked calmly, without any disturbance: "Will he be anxious? Don't be ridiculous. It would be great if the old monster died outside and then married a few new monsters."

"Madam, please don't be angry with the master." The housekeeper said, looking at the person beside him, and asked in surprise, "Miss Jiang, Miss Jiang?"

Jiang Nianyin smiled faintly and nodded: "Well, Madam Song, I'll go back first."

"Wait." Song turned around and said unnaturally, "Come in with me, I have something to give you."

After entering the Song Mansion, as luck would have it, he ran into Princess Jiayun who came to apologize. When Xu Jiayun saw Jiang Nianyin, he went crazy and rushed up to her, cursing.

"Okay, you're here before we even get divorced, right?"

Song scolded: "Miss Jiang, you are my distinguished guest, so please be careful with your words, Princess."

She turned around and glanced at Jiang Nianyin.

"Let's go."

Xu Jiayun's eyes were full of anger. She clenched her fists, chased after him, and put on a flattering smile: "Mother, I will help you serve the distinguished guests. I waited in a long line to buy cakes..."

boom!

"Thank you for your kindness, Princess. No thanks!"

Looking at the closed door, Xu Jiayun threw the cakes on the ground, his eyes red, and shouted: "I will tell my father that you are bullying me!"

Unexpectedly, Emperor Xu had just got a few beautiful concubines and didn't want to bother with these trivial matters at all.

He didn't even see Concubine Rong.

In the room, Jiang Nianyin sat on a wooden chair, looking at the lady who used to ridicule her all the time, but now had a dull and lifeless face. She couldn't help but persuade her.

"Master An will come back safely."

Song nodded and took out a box from the box in the inner room. She threw it on the table casually and said tiredly, "The day you left Shengjing, Wen Zhi locked himself in the room. Apart from hearing cases, he was writing letters. This box is full of letters he wrote to you."

Jiang Nianyin said: "I didn't receive one."

Song smiled bitterly, "Because I intercepted them all, you can take them back and read them. I won't stop you from having sex with Wen Zhi. I feel very tired. I have worked hard for half my life, but the old ones are not satisfied, and the young ones are not happy. You can do whatever you want."

She waved.

"I won't bother you anymore." Jiang Nianyin left the Song Mansion holding the heavy wooden box.

She returned to the dormitory calmly and opened the wooden box. The box full of letters fell to the ground. She bent down to pick it up. At that moment, her eyes were misty.

pat.

Hot tears fell on the silent envelope.

Jiang Nianyin opened one letter, and the silver coins fell into her palm. She seemed to remember something, and anxiously pinched each letter, the protruding part.

It's all silver.

'Nianyin, wait for me.'

The ending is always this sentence.

She murmured, "An Wenzhi, I wish you a safe return. There are too many worldly concerns. Being together is no longer a priority. I think it is enough for us to be safe and healthy."

Dusk was hanging over the sky and the temperature in the prison dropped again.

Qiao Hongyu's forehead was hot and her nose was runny. She was very sleepy. Every time her eyelids drooped and she was about to fall asleep, someone would suddenly bang a gong next to her ear.

Her eyes shot open.

"Are you sick? Can you let me sleep?"

The warden sneered: "You want to sleep in prison? Do you think this is your home? Tell me everything you know quickly, otherwise, don't even think about sleeping!"

Boom!

Bang bang bang!

A series of drum beats.

Qiao Hongyu was particularly uncomfortable with the chaos. She shouted, "Jiusu, you bitch, is this your idea again? You have no conscience, you might as well kill me!"

The iron door opens.

Jiusu pretended to cover his ears: "It's so noisy, where did the barking come from? And you said I have no conscience. I wonder if the butterfly gang that killed innocent people indiscriminately has lost all their internal organs?"

Qiao Hongyu felt very uncomfortable.

"You killed me."

Jiusu shook her head. She took out the Polaroid camera she had just obtained this morning, took a photo of Qiao Hongyu, and then pressed the shutter to develop the photo.

Show it to her.

"Snot monster."

Qiao Hongyu was terrified and wanted to wipe her nose, but she couldn't pull her hand out. She collapsed and shouted, "You killed me, you killed me!"

Jiusu said to the prison warden, "Post the picture so that everyone can see what the snot monster looks like."

Qiao Hongyu bit her tongue with her teeth and was about to use force when she heard the woman's threat.

Jiusu raised an eyebrow, "If you want to bite your tongue to commit suicide, I have some hemostatic powder here. You won't die anyway. Without a tongue, you can't even curse at others. But I'm curious, will it hurt if I sprinkle salt on the wound on my tongue?"

Qiao Hongyu was so scared that her mouth was drooling. She felt uncomfortable all over and was terrified.

"You evil woman! You are so cruel!"

Jiusu said: "Go and post it."

"You're not allowed to go!" Qiao Hongyu sniffed and stared at the prison warden's back. She almost cried and shouted, "Put me down and let me take a shower first!"

The warden went to do it immediately.

The moment she came down from the stake, her legs went weak and she fell to the ground and started crying.

Qiao Hongyu looked at the person in the mirror and felt so disgusted that she almost vomited. She washed her face, sat at the table, looked at the prepared food, and sneered: "You are quite kind."

"Tsk, you love and hate me at the same time." Jiusu sat opposite, "Eat it with confidence, it's not poisonous, think carefully about what you want to confess."

Qiao Hongyu finished her meal.

Jiusu pushed the medicine over.

"Take it. It's medicine for your disease."

Qiao Hongyu's eyes turned red, and she laughed at herself: "I didn't expect that the one who was so nice to me was you."

She gritted her teeth, wrote on several pages of paper, threw the brush on the ground, and fell groggy on the clean little bed.

She had a dream.

I dreamed about something that happened a long, long time ago.

The charges were passed around among several people. Song Wang picked out the useful information and said, "Qiao Hongyu's purpose is to get close to me and confuse me?"

Qiu Man crossed her arms across her chest and looked towards the inner room arrogantly.

"She definitely can't confuse Lord Song!"

Song Wang glanced at her, then said, "I have offended the Prime Minister recently. Could it be that Qiao Hongyu was sent by the Prime Minister? Doesn't that mean that the Prime Minister is related to the Butterfly Sect?"

During the morning court session, Jiusu met the prime minister.

Many ministers would look to the prime minister when making decisions.

"The most recent murder happened seven days ago, and the last one was ten years ago. They must have a reason for coming out to commit crimes again. Qiao Hongyu also said that the place where she lives is very similar to the imperial palace. What kind of person would imitate someone who wants to be an emperor? I now feel more and more that King Anmu is still alive."