After transmigrating into the book, I replaced the innocent-looking girl and became the Crown Prince

Lu Hanting waited at the inn for two days, but He Yuyan did not arrive.

When Ru Feng saw the dark look in his master's eyes, he felt a chill run down his spine.

"Young Master, shall we go to the prison?"

Lu Hanting glanced at him and said, "You're just being nosy."

However, he eventually got up and strode towards the door.

The dark, damp cell was filled with the stench of decay.

Jiang Yang, who was once a refined and elegant official, is now dressed in tattered prison clothes.

His long hair was disheveled, and his face was covered in dirt and fatigue.

He had only been detained for two days, but the once spirited man had lost his luster, replaced by deep confusion and despair.

He hadn't been unaware of what was to come, but Yan'er told herself that the man would never discover the truth behind her "faking death."

But no one expected the retribution to come so quickly.

He slumped to his knees, head bowed.

In a moment.

Then, a series of footsteps were heard.

Gradually, the footsteps became clearer, each step steady and powerful, as if striking his heart.

The sound echoed in the narrow space, carrying a suppressed rhythm.

Jiang Yang's heartbeat involuntarily followed its rhythm.

He looked up and saw the jailer leading a man in.

Jiang Yang was stunned.

He had a vague feeling that the man in front of him might be the heir of the Marquis of Dingguo's mansion, which his wife had once tried to escape from.

It must be admitted that Lu Hanting possesses a cool, aloof, and disdainful aura.

Although he had met many pampered sons of high-ranking officials.

Even though they all stand at the top of the pyramid, Lu Hanting is among the top-tier people who hold power, standing on the clouds.

He was also someone who could look down on other high-ranking officials and nobles and easily oppress them.

Seeing Jiang Yang's miserable and dejected appearance, Lu Hanting merely pursed his lips and gave him a cold glance.

It was just an ant, not worthy of his attention.

“Magistrate Jiang, you only need to sign this letter of divorce, and you will be able to leave the prison without punishment.”

Ru Feng took out the documents he had prepared beforehand and handed them to Jiang Yang.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Yang's face immediately lit up with joy.

He doesn't have to die?

The crown prince didn't want him dead?

He took the document with a delighted expression, but was stunned when he saw the three large characters "Letter of Divorce" on it.

"You...you're telling me to divorce Yan'er?"

Lu Hanting gave him a cold glance.

Was it he who called her Yan'er?

Seeing the prince's sharp gaze return to him, Jiang Yang's hands trembled, and he was speechless for a moment.

a long time.

He stammered, "No, I won't sign, I can't sign..."

"Don't sign?"

Lu Hanting's tone was icy and chilling.

The way they looked at him was as if he were a dead man.

Jiang Yang had never felt that a person's gaze could kill, and if he could, he would never want to meet his eyes.

But Yan'er was a wife he had gone to great lengths to marry; how could he let her go so easily?

Besides, what if Yan'er is already pregnant with his child? Even so, wouldn't Lu Hanting mind?

The sarcasm in Jiang Yang's eyes was as clear as a mirror, making Lu Hanting extremely unhappy.

He said coldly, "You only have two choices."

First, sign a letter of divorce, and I will spare your life, allowing you to live as an ordinary citizen from now on.

Second, death.

Choose one of the two.

Lu Hanting's words sent a chill through Jiang Yang, running from his heels to the top of his head.

"what……"

He then knelt on the ground and screamed desperately a few times, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood.

However, Lu Hanting remained unmoved.

Ru Feng flicked the paper to his feet, "Sign it!"

Jiang Yang gripped the pen with humiliation, and under Lu Hanting's gaze, he moved the pen tip onto the paper.

The Jiang family, the county government office.

He Yuyan is sick.

Heart disease.

Even though she was sick, her mother-in-law, Jiang, did not let her off the hook.

“Mrs. He, look at you, you’re utterly useless. Your husband is about to die in prison.”

But you, you pretend to be sick and stay paralyzed in bed. Do you only feel happy when my son dies...?

Dingxiang was furious. "Madam, the money left by our master was all taken away by our son-in-law a few days ago."

The young lady has nothing left but a pharmacy; she has no money left at all.

"No money? Can't you find a way? If all else fails, just mortgage your pharmacy, and you'll have the money."

"Let me tell you, if we don't save Yang'er soon, he might be forced to die in that prison..."

Jiang spoke with great enthusiasm, her thoughts entirely focused on getting He Yuyan to sell her pharmacy to save Jiang Yang.

"Mother, don't worry, my husband must have been framed."

I will go see Lord Liu tomorrow; I believe there is always a way.”

"Help! Help! You've been talking for two days and haven't done anything. Are you trying to kill my son so you can remarry?"

Jiang had visited her son in prison before, but no matter how much she pleaded, the guards wouldn't let her in.

But when her daughter-in-law went there, they let her in.

Jiang looked at He Yuyan with suspicion, wondering what kind of shady secret was hidden here.

Thinking of this, and looking at her sickly appearance, Jiang Shi probably hoped that Yang'er would die so that she could climb to a higher branch.

"Cough cough cough..."

He Yuyan was so angered by Jiang's words that she suffered internal injuries and couldn't help but cough.

Dingxiang quickly stepped forward to help her young mistress catch her breath.

"Madam, have you lost your conscience? How could you speak of our young lady like that?"

She's already given all her savings to your Jiang family, what more do you want from her?

"I think you're trying to force our young lady to her death so you can marry a rich woman and continue to support the Jiang family, aren't you?"

Jiang stood up angrily and pointed at Dingxiang: "What nonsense are you talking about? How dare you, a servant, speak here?"

You, you rude, shameless girl…

Jiang felt a pang of unease when her thoughts were guessed.

Although she had indeed had such thoughts, it wouldn't be right for someone to say them to her face.

As early as when Jiang Yang was on his way to the capital to participate in the imperial examinations, a merchant family sent a matchmaker to inquire about him.

It is said that the merchant's daughter took a fancy to the son and was willing to pay a subsidy to marry into the Jiang family.

She had seen that girl from afar; although she was plump, her looks were not even half as good as Madam He's.

But this merchant was extremely wealthy and doted on his daughter.

If she were to marry into the family with a fortune, wouldn't her son's future career in government be smooth sailing? Jiang was tempted by the matchmaker's words.

She waited for her son to return before telling him about it.

Unexpectedly, Yang'er sent a letter saying that he already had someone he liked, and the two seemed to have become engaged.

I also heard that the He family was in business and that her parents left her a lot of wealth when they passed away.

Although her family background was not as good as the Ma family, her son liked her, so Jiang had no choice but to comply with him.

But today, looking at Madam He, instead of trying to help her son who was imprisoned, she spent all her time lying in bed.

Could it be that she already had something in mind?

Even worse, her son was arrested and imprisoned. Could it be that her lover did it?