"Your Majesty is wrong." A Qing guest laughed and stretched out his finger, "It's not two, it's three."

Upon hearing this, the high-ranking official hurriedly stepped forward and nodded again.

"That's right, three of them. Speaking of which, we know that there is another person who did it. However, those scoundrels from the Cheng family won't believe what that person says now." He grinned.

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Sobs and cries came from the dark cell, accompanied by the sound of shackles being pulled.

"Go faster!"

Madam Zhu staggered as she was pushed, and there was a chaotic squelching sound. She stretched out her hand to hold on to the prison railing.

"Go in!" the stout prison woman shouted, reaching out and grabbing Madam Zhu's hair, "little bitch."

Madam Zhu screamed in pain and was pushed into a room and fell to the ground.

No prison woman came in, so she immediately closed the door.

Little Madam Zhu lifted her body up little by little, and the first thing she saw was a gorgeous plain brocade robe.

"...Do you know that he is your benefactor?"

Qin Hu's voice came from above his head.

Madam Zhu's body, which had been propped up, suddenly sank down again.

"I know that Mr. Cheng is a good man," she said.

"No, I'm not talking about him." Qin Hu said, "I'm talking about the person who killed your family's enemy Liu Xiaoli."

Madam Zhu suddenly raised her head.

"Really..." she said, "Is it really her?"

There were a lot of private rumors, but no one could provide any real evidence, and because there were so many unbelievable remarks about the lady, although she had heard about it, she never took it seriously.

Qin Hu looked at her and smiled slightly.

Under the dim oil lamp in the dark cell, the young man's smile was warm and dazzling.

"Of course," he said, "she and I did it together."

Miss Zhu looked at him.

"It was mainly her who did it. I just helped a little bit." Qin Hu smiled again and said, "You have harmed the benefactor who you want to erect the immortal tablet."

Mrs. Zhu shook her head with tears streaming down her face.

"No, I didn't, it wasn't me..." she cried, reaching out to grab the corner of Qin Hu's clothes, "Mr. Qin, it's really not me, it wasn't me who did it... I never wanted to kill Mr. Shiro, I didn't

I’ve thought about it…”

Never thought about it! Who has thought about it?

I've never thought about it, but...

Qin Hu looked at the woman in front of him and threw away her hand in disgust.

"But you still killed him!" he shouted, "you killed Cheng Silang!"

He reached out and grabbed Miss Zhu and lifted her up.

"You killed someone she cared about! Someone she cared about! She had already lost so much! You made her lose it again!"

Miss Zhu's face turned red when her neck was strangled, and she kept coughing.

No, no, not me….

She looked at the young man in front of her. This was about the time when she was closest to him, and his hands were holding the skirt of her clothes. She could feel the warmth of those hands through the summer clothes.

"The tea has become cold, and Miss Zhu is also depressed. It would be better to have some hot tea."

"Then thank you very much, Master."

Madam Zhu looked at the face in front of her.

She could tell that he was depressed, and he could also hear the worry and concern in her music.

"Isn't it time to thank my bosom friend? If it weren't for my bosom friend, wouldn't the music you played to soothe my mood have been in vain?"

"Young Master is wrong. It is your business to know whether to listen or not. It is your slave's duty to play or not to play. This is your duty."

The person in front of me seemed to be laughing.

"Okay, what a good job, you are somewhat similar to her..."

Yes, in fact, he smiled and was happy not because of himself, but because of his resemblance to her.

Miss Zhu slowly smiled.

Qin Hu let go of her and threw her to the ground.

"You didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of you."

"Do you still think you are innocent? This is all because of you!"

Madam Zhu fell to the ground and smiled.

"Yes, it's all because of the slave family." She said, raising her head, "Qin Langjun said it was because of the slave family, then it is because of the slave family."

Qin Hu looked at her with a cold smile on his face.

"Then you know what to do, right?" he said slowly.

Miss Zhu looked at him and nodded with a smile.

"I know." She said.

After saying this, Qin Hu didn't look at her again. He opened the door and walked out. The door was closed.

Madam Zhu looked at a short stool placed in the empty cell, slowly climbed over, took off her belt, stood up and stood on the four-legged stool.

This cell has windows.

Madam Zhu was a little surprised. She reached out and grabbed the ring formed by her belt and looked up.

Look, you can see outside, the sky seems to be getting brighter!

Higher, higher, see more clearly.

Miss Zhu stood on tiptoe.

In fact, when her mother was like this, she should have taken her with her, but it is not too late now, she is going to see her parents. Although her reputation has been ruined, her body is still clean.

A smile appeared on her lips, which was already pretty good, and the four-legged stool was kicked down with a snap.

The east was bright, and Qin Hu, who was standing outside the cell, looked up.

Don't rush, come one by one.

He reached up and lifted his hood to cover his head, got into the carriage and drove away.

Bright light gradually penetrated into the room, and the waiter who was sitting and taking a nap suddenly lowered his head and woke up. He subconsciously looked towards the bed, only to see a pair of eyes looking at him.

The waiter was stunned for a while and couldn't help but stretched out his hand to rub his eyes.

"Your Highness?" he shouted.

Prince Jin'an looked at him, his eyes a little distracted.

"Huh?" He responded with a weak voice.

The waiter jumped up from the ground.

"Your Highness is awake! Your Highness is awake!"

The door opened with a clang, causing Zhou Hui, who was sitting in the corner, to turn his head suddenly and look over.

A carriage sped out in the direction of the palace.

It won't be...

He stood up and couldn't help but take a few steps towards this side.

The horse neighed behind him. Zhou Hui turned around quickly and saw Cheng Jiaoniang getting on the horse.

"Huh?" he shouted.

Cheng Jiaoniang glanced at him.

"Let's go, it's dawn, I've had enough sitting, and want to go back." She said, "There are still many things to do."

Zhou Hui looked at Prince Qing's Mansion, then at her, nodded, pulled his horse and got on.

Facing the gradually brightening morning light, people and horses walked away on the street one after another.

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I'm sorry for making everyone depressed.

Thank you very much for your persistence this month. Next month, I will ask for your help. Please, thank you.
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