C39 (2/2)
Ten days ago, when he was still in Changping County, this farce had already begun to spread through the Dijing. It was very likely that the teahouses and restaurants were talking about the story of Changning after it was modified.
No matter if it was his own idea, or if there was someone behind him helping him, the eighteen year old Xie Heng already had this kind of scheming mind, so Wen Jiu could only feel ashamed.
She raised her teacup and took a sip of hot tea, feeling that her internal organs were burning with an unpleasant taste.
Xu Hongwu slowly said, ”If the Son of Heaven gets angry, he will die a hundred miles away. So what if people are angry? ”
What could they do?
Water could carry a boat, but it could also overturn a boat. The position of the nine or five monarchs were not easy to sit on. There had been endless riots in the past few years, and kings were everywhere.
If Xie Heng did not handle this matter properly, and caused the crowd to become excited, and if someone who was interested decided to rebel, it was hard to say whether or not his Great Yan could continue to be named Zhao.
Wen Jiu only knew that this youth really couldn't afford to offend him.
”Alright, I've finished listening to this play.”
Xu Hongwu put down the teacup in his hand and stood up, ”Are you still going to the justice courts?”
”Let's go.”
Wen Jiu replied without hesitation.
Xu Hongwu looked at her leisurely, ”Are you really going?” Old Prefecture Duke especially wanted to say that she couldn't do anything even if she went to the justice courts, nor could she snatch him out.
Wen Jiu thought for a while, ”The cold energy at night is heavy, and his clothes are thin...”
”Fine, fine, fine.”
Xu Hongwu hurriedly interrupted, ”This old man has been widowed for many years, I really couldn't think of such a thing.”
After he finished, he called his followers over to lead the way for Wen Jiu, ”We need to hurry, and before this matter is settled, we can only see this side.”
Wen Jiu bowed to the Old Prefecture Duke and turned to leave.
It was already the middle of the night when they arrived at the justice courts. The guards were clearly looser than they were during the day, and the surroundings were so quiet that it was almost eerie.
Wen Jiu was wearing a black cape and hat that covered half of her face. Old Prefecture Duke's follower helped arrange the guards and she kept quiet all the way.
”Let's go.”
The head of the prison guard put away his silver coins easily and walked inside with Wen Jiu. Without waiting to see Wen Jiu, he said, ”We should never see the people who are originally imprisoned here. However, I have to lift my head to take care of the matters that the Old Prefecture Duke has given us.”
Wen Jiu thanked him and walked through the dark corridor. The candlelight in the cell was weak and the stench of blood permeated the entire place. From the corner of his eyes, he could see the dried up blood stains on the torture instruments.
Her eyebrows twitched and she unconsciously quickened her pace.
After making three or four turns, Wen Jiu finally stopped in front of the cell on the far right. The youth was resting against the corner with his white clothes stained with blood, and his original color could no longer be seen.
She couldn't tell what she was feeling at the moment, but her eyes were uncontrollably sore. Her five fingers under her sleeve were tightly clenched. She wanted to call out to him, but she was suddenly speechless.
The sound of metal on metal broke the silence as the jailer tried to unlock the door.
The youth suddenly opened his eyes. His entire body was filled with hostility. ”You still want to die?”
The head of the prison turned pale and abruptly retreated two steps back, ”What do you have to say? Hurry up and say it!”
With that, he left in a hurry.
Wen Jiu took off his black cape and walked into the cell.
When Xie Heng saw who it was, the expression in his eyes slightly changed …