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As soon as Nie Zhiyang finished speaking, Zhuo Jing nudged his arm.

He turned around in confusion and saw Zhuo Jing blinking at him frantically.

In an instant, the air seemed to be filled with an unusual atmosphere.

Nie Zhi fell silent again.

Feng Hengzhi glanced at Sang Luan casually and said coldly, "Why are you here?"

Sang Luan narrowed her eyes, about to speak, when she saw Feng Hengzhi wave his hand and leave without looking back, saying, "Take them with you."

Sang Luan instinctively let out a soft "Ah."

Nie Zhiyang, who was standing nearby, quickly stepped forward with a faint smile on his lips. "Please."

Sang Luan stared wide-eyed in disbelief. "Wait, you don't actually think I have something to do with him, do you?"

She pointed to the person on the ground.

Zhuo Jing glanced at Fang's back, then silently looked away. "It might have been fine before, but it's not certain now."

Sang Luan was speechless for a moment, the unpleasant smells mingling in the air.

Sang Luan's beautiful brows furrowed slightly without her noticing, and she raised one hand to cover her lips.

She silently moved closer to Feng Hengzhi, gently tugging at the hem of his clothes. Before she could do anything, Feng Hengzhi abruptly pulled his hand back.

His eyes were filled with deep dissatisfaction as he looked at her. "What kind of behavior is this, pulling and tugging at each other in public?"

Sang Luan gave an "oh" and silently withdrew her hand.

Isn't Feng Hengzhi the Grand Secretary? Why does he have to personally handle this kind of matter?

Isn't it all just a matter of giving a single sentence and then having the people below run themselves ragged?

She lowered her eyes slightly, concealing the thoughts in them.

"Isn't that Lord Feng? What brings him here?"

"Yes, I'm also very curious. I don't know what the girl next to him did to end up in Lord Feng's hands. She's going to have a hard time."

"What's there to suffer? She's the wife of the Prime Minister."

The people around immediately and silently withdrew their gazes, lowering their heads to continue with what they were doing.

Feng Hengzhi walked ahead, and Sang Luan followed silently behind him.

Along the way, the cries of prisoners being tortured could be heard from time to time.

Sang Luan lowered her head, holding her breath and paying close attention to the movements around her.

Suddenly, she bumped into a hard back. She instinctively looked up and gently rubbed her forehead.

Feng Hengzhi turned around, staring at her with a chilling gaze. If you listened closely, you could hear a hint of disgust in his voice. "What are you doing?"

Sang Luan rubbed her forehead and muttered softly, "Who told you to stop suddenly?"

Feng Hengzhi snorted coldly, "This is simply incomprehensible!"

The next moment, he turned slightly to the side and glanced at the two people beside him, "Which of you will interrogate her?"

Zhuo Jing and Nie Zhiyang, who were standing to the side, exchanged a glance at each other simultaneously.

Zhuo Jing spoke first, "I suddenly remembered that I seem to have made an appointment to meet someone, it seems to be right now, I have to go first."

Nie Zhiyang immediately realized, "Ah, yes, I also have important matters to attend to. I have to hand them over to His Majesty at tomorrow's morning court."

As soon as Feng Hengzhi looked up, he only saw the two figures leaving in a hurry.

He instinctively reached out his hand, but the next moment, there was nothing in front of him, and his hand paused slightly in mid-air.

Feng Hengzhi coughed lightly, silently withdrew his hand, and looked around. They were all nobodies.

This matter concerns important matters of the court, and it seems that only he can personally conduct the interrogation.

After a stick of incense.

"Tell me, what exactly is your relationship with Xu Chenxing?"

Feng Hengzhi spoke calmly, his voice carrying a hint of coldness.

Sang Luan was stunned for a moment, then fell silent.

Do you want to listen to what you're saying?

She suppressed her thoughts, and a slow smile appeared on her lips, the beauty mark at the corner of her eye appearing exceptionally alluring in the dim candlelight.

She placed her hands flat on the table, leaned forward slightly, and stared intently at Feng Hengzhi opposite her.

Feng Hengzhi had a cold expression, appearing to be impartial and selfless.

The next moment, Sang Luan's lips parted slightly, "Brother Hengzhi, Luan'er doesn't know him. It was purely coincidental that I appeared there today. Luan'er came here today specifically to find calming incense for Brother Hengzhi."

As she spoke, she reached into her sleeve and pulled something out.

Feng Hengzhi paused, a look of confusion on his face. "What do you need calming incense for?"

Sang Luan sighed softly, glanced around, and when her gaze returned to Feng Hengzhi, she said softly, "It's all because my husband feels unwell at night. I see it and it pains me to see him not sleeping well."

She reached out and covered her chest, looking very distressed.

The people around silently lowered their heads.

After a long pause, Feng Hengzhi spoke again, "Then how do you explain the powder on your body?"

"My husband knows Luan'er; Luan'er only has you in her heart." Sang Luan sighed, lowered her eyes, and when she looked up again, her face was filled with anger. "These people saw that I was all alone, so... so they harbored such despicable thoughts. In my desperation, I... so..."

As she spoke, she coughed a few times, then covered her face, her shoulders trembling slightly, and she looked extremely sad.

Feng Hengzhi narrowed his eyes, then suddenly stood up, staring coldly at Sang Luan, "Sang Luan!"

Sang Luan calmed herself down a bit before looking up, her face full of confusion. "What's wrong?"

Feng Hengzhi's expression grew even colder. "Don't you dare shout again!"

Sang Luan exclaimed, looking aggrieved, "But you are Luan'er's husband."

Her red lips were slightly parted, her eyes were slightly red, and she was looking at him with an innocent expression.

Feng Hengzhi swallowed the words he was about to say when he met Sang Luan's clear and innocent eyes.

Actually, what Sang Luan said just now wasn't entirely unbelievable.

Given her appearance, it is indeed very difficult to meet someone like her.

He composed himself slightly, and when he looked up again, his eyes were still cold.

Then, when Feng Hengzhi asked about the important matter, Sang Luan first smiled and cleaned herself up, then expressed her love for Feng Hengzhi and her heartache when she saw him in pain.

After asking around for a while, the people around finally only knew one thing.

That is, the Prime Minister's wife genuinely loves the Prime Minister, puts him first in everything, and cares for him from the bottom of her heart.

The official in charge of the Ministry of Justice, standing to the side, half-clenched his fist and coughed lightly, bringing it to his lips.

Immediately, he stepped forward slowly, bent down slightly, and after considering for a moment, whispered to Feng Hengzhi, "Lord Feng, the Ministry of Justice is dark and damp. Why don't you and your wife go back to your residence to talk?"

Feng Hengzhi coldly raised his eyes, his brows furrowing slightly, and suddenly spoke, "What do you mean?"

The officer paused for a moment, then glanced silently at Sang Luan opposite him. Sang Luan immediately returned his smile with a bright smile.

He immediately looked away.

Suddenly, Feng Hengzhi stood up abruptly, turned slightly to the side, and said in a voice that revealed neither joy nor anger, "She is a prisoner now, not the wife of the prime minister. You must treat her the same as everyone else. Use the same methods you would use on others and get the truth out of me!"