Soon, the news came back. The place where Song Xianxian often went was a nunnery in Yangzhou Prefecture. Although it was an nunnery on the surface, the intelligence network of the Dongchang and Jinyiwei was spread all over the country. It was soon found that Song Xianxian was originally a person who was deliberately arranged by Wang Zhen to control the Suzhou and Hangzhou areas. The Hangzhou Prefect did not investigate and gave her to Song Wenxuan again.

As for the Zhen family's family, as the information said, it was indeed a wealthy family, and many things in the government were also escorted by the Zhen family.

Since he learned that Song Xianxian was originally sent by Dongchang, Jiang Lang naturally could not use this clue. On the third day, Song Wenxuan was in funeral. Jiang Lang allowed all people from all over the Song family to attend the funeral. One was rare to breathe, and the other was that Song Wenxuan was also the prefect of Yangzhou. So all the maids and servants in the mansion were left behind and attended Song Wenxuan's funeral. However, there were some exceptions, that was Song Xianxian, who of course claimed to be in trouble. Of course, Zhen was very dissatisfied with this, but now Song Wenxuan had just died and was not the time to get angry.

As for Jiang Lang, he naturally would not attend Song Wenxuan's funeral. As soon as the people from the Song family left, Jiang Lang and Qian Zhengbang stepped into Song Xianxian's courtyard. Song Wenxuan arranged a small courtyard for her alone. From a certain aspect, it can also be seen that Song Wenxuan attaches importance to her.

As soon as he entered the yard, the maid also walked in that day. When she saw Jiang Lang, she was naturally a little unhappy and said, "What are you here to do?"

Jiang Lang immediately winked at Qian Zhengbang. Qian Zhengbang immediately nodded, took the girl's hand and whispered: "Follow me!"

"What are you going to do?"

The maid suddenly said anxiously and began to struggle hard, but Qian Zhengbang's strength was like an iron hoop, and she had no strength to resist at all.

He was quickly pulled out of the yard by Qian Zhengbang.

Jiang Lang also walked to the door at this time and knocked on the door gently. Song Xianxian's voice immediately came: "Sir, please come in!"

Jiang Lang then pushed open the door and walked in. He saw that in the room, Song Xianxian stood beside the table, with a haggard look on his face, which shows that he was sick.

When Song Xianxian saw Jiang Lang coming in, he quickly became blessed and said, "Xianxian, please see the factory supervisor!"

Jiang Lang nodded slightly, walked to the edge of the table, and then sat down, then said: "No need to be polite. I just want to ask some things clearly when I come here today!"

It is no longer surprising that the Song family does not know their identity now, so there is no need to make a fuss.

Song Xianxian's face remained unchanged and said, "Sir, I'm here for this Song Wenxuan's case!"

When a smart person speaks smart words, Jiang Lang doesn't have to be polite and says, "Yes, I came here for this case of Song Wenxuan, so you don't need to hide it, just tell me just!"

Then he pointed to the chair opposite and said, "Sit down and talk!"

Song Xianxian lowered her head slightly and expressed her agreement. After sitting down, she said again: "Do you sir, do you suspect that I sent someone to assassinate Song Wenxuan?"

Jiang Lang had already thought about this very clearly. He picked up the teapot on the table and said: "I originally suspected it at first, but after knowing your true identity, I didn't think so. People from the East Factory dared to do these tricks under the noses of the factory's supervisor. Even if they gave them ten courage, they wouldn't dare."

When talking about Dongchang, Song Xianxian's face became dim and his already haggard face suddenly turned pale.

Jiang Lang also understood the thoughts in Song Xianxian's mind and said, "Don't worry, you don't know much about your identity. When this matter is over, you are just an ordinary woman, and no one knows your past."

Song Xianxian raised her head in surprise, looked at Jiang Lang, and said, "What do you mean by sir?"

"Let you be an ordinary person!"

Jiang Lang said lightly, "And I think you are used to being ordinary now. You have worked for the East Factory for so many years, and it is time to rest!"

Song Xianxian's face was still a little hesitant.

Jiang Lang smiled slightly and said, "Don't treat me as Wang Zhen, I'll keep my word!"

Song Xianxian stood up and bowed: "Thank you sir!"

Jiang Lang pointed to the chair and said, "You're welcome, this is also what you should do. You sit down and talk!"

Song Xianxian hurriedly thanked him, then sat down and said, "For this real murderer, I actually suspect that he is from the Zhen family!"

"Zhen Family?"

Jiang Lang couldn't help but be slightly shocked, his face sank, and he said, "This Song Wenxuan is the son-in-law of the Zhen family, why do they want to attack him?

"Sir, I don't know anything!"

Song Xianxian immediately said: "This Zhen family is just the adopted daughter of the Zhen family, but few people know about this secret. Moreover, according to the information I know, the prefects and county magistrates in Hangzhou, Yangzhou, etc. rely on the Zhen family's shipping industry to sell private salt a lot every day, making a lot of money. Now that Song Wenxuan is arrested, these people are naturally very nervous. Those who can know the real situation also know that the people closest to Song Wenxuan are me and the other is Zhen."

After pausing, Song Xianxian immediately said: "And a few days before he was assassinated, that is, when the adults just sent us to put us under house arrest, he once said in my room that he said that the detention was definitely not that simple, and it is very likely that the matter would be exposed. He also said that once it was found out, he might be killed by the whole family."

After thinking about it for a while, Jiang Lang asked: "But this does not mean that the Zhen family is the real culprit of killing people to silence them!"

"She is not!"

Song Xianxian immediately said: "The real murderer is probably the murderer sent by her family. Because Song Wenxuan has a lot of evidence in the hands of Song Wenxuan, the evidence of the Zhen family selling private salt. Because Song Wenxuan is the son-in-law of the Zhen family, he is also one of the most core figures. So once Song Wenxuan is arrested, the entire Zhen family may be sealed by the court. So in addition to killing Song Wenxuan, they are also looking for an account book!"

Jiang Lang pondered for a moment and asked, "Is it the account book that the Zhen family sells private salt?"

Song Xianxian nodded, then stood up, groped on his bed, then took out a thick book and handed it to Jiang Lang, saying, "Sir, this is what they are looking for. There are five books in this book, each of which is in the hands of five people. The books in each person's hands are the same. Song Wenxuan was assassinated, and then they are looking for this thing."

Jiang Lang took it and flipped it a little. As Song Xianxian said, all the records recorded on this were the crimes of officials selling private salt. And looking at the quantity, since it is not small, the income of a year alone is close to millions of taels of silver.

Jiang Lang couldn't help but take a breath and said, "How could the court not know about such a huge selling of private salt?"

"How could the court know?"

Song Xianxian asked back, "The backers of these people are not someone else, that is Wang Zhen. The court knew in time that anyone dared to complain? In the end, they were destroyed."

Jiang Lang suddenly realized that the government was controlled by Wang Zhen at the time, and the entire court was like his family. For Yingzong, who did not leave the gate and did not step into two gates, listened to Wang Zhen, wanted him not to know these things. How difficult was it for Wang Zhen? In this way, these officials could naturally be unscrupulous.

After closing the account book, Jiang Lang sighed and said, "With this account book, it's much simpler. Thank you really!"

Song Xianxian smiled lightly, a hint of blush appeared on her pale face, and she said, "Sir, don't thank me. Actually, Song Wenxuan asked me to hand it over to you at this time!"

"Leave it to me?"

Jiang Lang couldn't help but say, "How do you say this?"

Song Xianxian showed a look of remembrance on her face and said, "On the night before he was assassinated, he suddenly brought this book to my room and asked me to keep it for a long time. If he had any problems, he would ask me to call this book to you! Now that I think about it, it seems that he knew that those people would not let him go, so that there was such an arrangement!"

Jiang Lang suddenly realized a problem and asked, "Then why didn't he tell me?"

A dim look appeared on Song Xianxian's face and said, "I have asked him the same question, but he shook his head but said nothing. As for the reason, I really don't know!"

Jiang Lang couldn't help but feel a little surprised. After thinking about it, he sighed: "That's it. I won't ask much. You have a good rest. After the matter is over, you will restore your original identity!"

A smile appeared on Song Xianxian's face, then gently patted his mouth, and then said, "Thank you, Lord!"

Jiang Lang suddenly felt something was wrong and hurriedly said, "What did you eat? Spit it out!"

Song Xianxian smiled dismally and said, "Please help me. Although Wenxuan is sorry to the court, he has always respected each other as guests. Now that he has left, I don't have the heart to live in the world. I hope I can help me!"
Chapter completed!