Chapter 164 Easy to leave
In the dungeon of the Ministry of Justice, the damp musty smell penetrated into people's throat.
Li Zhao took the handkerchief handed by Guan Ya, covered his mouth and nose, and rolled the half-dry blood scab in the crack of the blue bricks.
Xiao Jing was hung on the torture frame by an iron chain, his head drooped tilted. The wound that bit his tongue and committed suicide that day was still bleeding. The wound that was grinding out of the chain on his right foot was a layer of black scab, like a poisonous snake on his bones...
Yuan Cang frowned and bowed.
"Your Highness, he can't speak or eat."
In other words, life is not long.
"Ho...ho..." Xiao Jing heard the sound of footsteps, and gasped like a leaky breath in his throat.
Li Zhao held his hand behind him: "Has Mr. Xiao thought about it?"
Xiao Jing glared at him, opened his mouth wide, but couldn't say a single word.
Li Zhao snorted coldly, lit up the oil lamp on the desk, and the flames whizzed up, illuminating the biting chill on his face.
The air in the room seemed to solidify.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has been in a state of uncertainty these days, and no one dares to speak out easily.
Li Zhao said lightly: "Does Mr. Xiao know that Concubine Xiao has moved back to Ruijin Palace? His Majesty went to visit yesterday and personally sent four baskets of new lychees from Lingnan?"
Xiao Jing's body shook and his eyes widened.
"Don't believe it?" Li Zhao walked to Xiao Jing, his eyes as cold as a knife.
"They were all pardoned, but they didn't think about rescuing you. They even sold all your children to regain their favor..."
"Your son has now followed your exile and went to Lingnan. Your beloved little daughter was quickly promised to a weak and sickly distant relative..."
"Xiao Jing, you are already an abandoned son, and you are not awakened yet?"
The chain swayed violently, and blood seemed to burst out from Xiao Jing's eyes.
His injured tongue pressed against the cracks of his teeth, saliva mixed with blood foam dripped on his chest, angry and helpless...
"Haaaaaaaaaaaa…aha…ah…”
"You have been so stupid for the Xiao family for the rest of your life, but you have to be a pawn who died unjustly. You have ended up in disreputable and tragically dying in the prison. Is it worth it?"
Xiao Jing's body trembled, bleeding from the corners of his mouth, making a vague breaking sound, like a blunt knife slashing his eardrums.
Li Zhao looked at his desperate and painful expression with satisfaction.
"Put him down. Take paper and pen..."
The dim lights of the dungeon illuminated the gems on the jade belt around Li Zhao's waist, shining with dark blue.
Xiao Jing collapsed on the ground, his old prison uniform mixed with blood and dirt was squirming, like a trapped beast struggling with death. His breath raised his head weakly and looked straight at Li Zhao.
The four treasures of the study were all spread on the ground.
Guan Ya stuffed the pen dipped ink into Xiao Jing's hand.
Li Zhao glanced calmly.
"Write it, a list of officials involved in private salt trading."
"What other powerful families are involved in the channels for private salt transactions?"
"The yellow book of the river yamen's redeemable letter reads 60,000 kilograms of glutinous rice mortar, but the craftsman confessed that he actually received less than 5,000 - the remaining 90% of the money, did he enter the Xiao family's money house?"
"How did you tamper with the accounts of the Ministry of Revenue over the years? What are your accomplices?"
"Did the 3,000 stones of old grain sold to Xiz in the first month of last year use a canal ship or a private merchant ship controlled by the Xiao family?"
"The Luo River is flooded. You proposed to open an imperial warehouse to borrow grain for the people, and raise interest rates after the autumn to repay the debt. However, the imperial court issued an order for three years to free interest and the extra grain collected was filled with the Xiao family's granary?"
Xiao Jing's hand trembled violently, and the ink dripped on the snow-white paper...
The prison is silent, as if dead. After a long time, the wolf hair slid off Xiao Jing's hand...
He moved his body with difficulty, lowered his neck, and kowtowed to Li Zhao, his mouth was vague.
Li Zhao was condescending, touching Xiao Jing's finger with his toes, "Want to ask for a good death?"
He smiled softly, "If you write, I will give you a good time."
Xiao Jing slowly raised his hand, his eyes turned red, and he closed his weakness.
"Mr. Xiao is tough. I want to respect you three points..."
Li Zhao gave Guan Ya a look.
The confession that had been prepared was taken over and pressed on Xiao Jing's trembling fingerprint, stained with bright red blood.
The lights were swaying by the bitter wind, and Li Zhao's cold face was colder than the torture instruments in the prison.
He glanced at the confession, handed it to Yuan Cang, slowly turned his back, raised his hand, "Let him go."
Yuan Cang responded, "Yes."
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Xiao Jing looked at Li Zhao's back and showed a trace of relief. The glimmer of light flashed in his eyes seemed to be a little grateful...
Until his death, he did not betray the Xiao family, nor did he lose his ancestors' face. He was full of integrity as a child of the Xiao family. He only worked hard all his life. He treated his children badly for the rise and fall of the family. He was full of regret and could not calm down...
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On the night of the second day after Xue Sui returned to Prince Duan’s Mansion, a white pigeon flew over Lingyu’s dove loft.
The snow-white feathers are fluffy and smooth. When they get close to the spiritual feathers, they are intimate.
That night, the candles in Tanqiuyuan were lit until the third update.
Xue Sui leaned against the window, rubbing the letter from the carrier pigeon with his fingertips.
The letter is written by Li Zhaoli: "The Queen Mother's birthday is a grand amnesty, Pingle's ban is lifted, Concubine Xiao is favored again, Xiao's family has cut off their tails to survive, and seeks self-protection."
The ink traces penetrate the paper, and no matter how much you say, the humiliation of bondage that night is revealed.
She put the letter paper close to the candlelight, watched the flames rolled over the word "Xiao Family", and suddenly heard the voice of jade being suppressed from the corridor.
"The princess can't sleep at night and wants to invite her wife to go to Mu Yueju to talk..."
Xiao Zhao responded: "Our wife has gone to bed..."
"Xiao Zhao." Xue Sui interrupted her, poked the burnt letter paper with an incense shovel, and said to Jade through the window, "I'll tell the princess that I'll change my clothes immediately."
After half a cup of tea, Xue Sui made a simple dressing up, wore a light green silk dress, and went to Mu Yueju.
The lights in Mu Yueju scattered softly, Xue Yuechen was draped in her long hair, sitting in front of the dressing table, the bronze mirror reflected her heavy sorrow, and her face was full of fatigue.
Xue Sui lifted the curtain and entered. Handle the courtesy in a regular manner.
"I've seen the princess..."
"Sister Six, don't be polite." Xue Yuechen helped her and sat on the carved couch, and said with a worry-filled face: "I call you here in the middle of the night. It's really difficult and anxious..."
Xue Sui smiled slightly, "Sister, don't be dissatisfied. If there is anything, it's okay to say..."
Xue Yuechen's face was relieved.
Hesitated for a moment, and spoke quietly.
"Ruihe is going to visit the mansion again, saying that he had copied the Diamond Sutra by hand and sent it to the prince for blessing..."
She curled her lips, "What do you mean she is a new widowed woman who finally returned to Beijing and did not serve the queen mother in the palace, but ran to the Duan Prince's Mansion every day?"
Xue Sui nodded thoughtfully, "She is lonely and has no place to go. She is hoping that the prince will remember the old love and find a support for herself..."
"That's the blame." Xue Yue frowned and looked a little excited. "The prince left before dawn these two days. I said the county lord was weak and seemed to have a stubborn disease. He was eager to see him. But he didn't give me a good face and turned around and left, as if I had done something wrong..."
She snatched Ropa with her hands, her eyes suddenly sharpened.
"You said, will he and Ruihe have..."