Chapter 39 Joint Case Handling
Prince Jing’s Mansion!
"Ahem..." The old eunuch Sun Lianying almost choked and started coughing.
Zhao Duante stood up thoughtfully, took out a handkerchief and handed it over:
"Why are you so careless, sir..."
Sun Lianying stared at him, grabbed his wrist, and stared at him with slightly cloudy eyes: "Say it again, kid."
"Jiangdao, Prince Jing's Mansion."
"Or bite?"
"...I'm afraid it's true this time."
silence.
After a long while, Sun Lianying let go of her bony hand, let Zhao Duan return to his seat, and said:
"Speak clearly!"
"yes."
Zhao Duan leisurely smoothed his wrinkled cuffs, and frankly told how he wanted to cause trouble for Zhang Changji, traced it back to Qinglian Xiaozhu, and how he unexpectedly obtained clues.
There is nothing to hide about this kind of thing.
As expected, Sun Lianying didn't care about his intention to retaliate - this was just like what Zhao Duan would do.
After hearing everything, the old supervisor's expression became serious:
"How sure are you?"
"No." Zhao Duan said lightly: "After all, it's just suspicion, but Xiaoya has no reason to deceive. Although I have enmity with the Zhang brothers, I also know that some things can be used to make an issue and frame them. There are some things you can’t do.”
Huh, if you know the severity, you won't commit any crime... Sun Lianying slandered.
But in the past few days, Zhao Duan's series of comeback operations really impressed him.
If it were before, I might not believe it, but now I believe it seven percent.
"Sir, after I learned the clues, I felt that the matter was serious and I didn't dare to delay. I came over immediately to report it. Please make up your mind whether to report it to the saint." Zhao Duan said.
You are afraid of causing big trouble and causing big trouble, so you come to me to accuse me... Sun Lianying saw through it but did not say anything. She stood up, walked slowly, thought for a moment, and said: "It's just a prostitute who talks in sleep, there is nothing." It is not appropriate to report the evidence to a saint, but as you said, it should not be underestimated..."
After a pause, he said: "In this case, His Majesty ordered the imperial office to investigate the case of the missing firearms maker. As far as I know, there has been little progress, and the White Horse Prison has no power to investigate the case. If you hand over the clues Ma Yan is the safest way to repair the relationship with him."
"What your Excellency said is absolutely true," Zhao Duan flattered at first, then hesitated: "It's just like this, doesn't it mean that we can't get much credit?"
Sun Lianying criticized:
"Don't be too greedy. You must know that people's hearts are not as good as snakes swallowing elephants. The most important thing is not to make meritorious deeds, but to keep it!"
The leadership is given to Zhaoyamen. No matter what happens in the end, you will still make money. It's just a matter of making more or less. But if you have to get involved and something goes wrong, do you think you can escape being blamed? "
The old eunuch's words were very straightforward, for fear that he would not understand.
Zhao Duan smiled and said: "I have a humble job, but I have heard a saying that risks and benefits coexist."
Immediately, he bowed slightly and said, "My lord, please grant me your permission."
Sun Lianying was silent and just stared at him.
After a long time, he finally sighed and said coldly:
"If the case fails, the Yamen will not shoulder the responsibility for you. In the same way, if the case is successful, the Yamen will not share your credit."
The meaning is obvious:
If you insist on getting involved, I won’t stop you, but you do so at your own risk.
Zhao Duan solemnly said:
"If there is merit, the Yamen's share is indispensable. If there is a blame, I will bear it alone."
Sun Lianying took another deep look at him. This time, there was a hint of hidden appreciation in her eyes.
Before he turned back to the case, he picked up a pen and wrote a letter and handed it to him: "Send this to the imperial office yourself."
Zhao Duan took it and glanced at it. The content was very simple.
That is, Sun Lianying, in the name of "Baima Supervisor", requested to jointly handle the case with Zhao Yamen, and Zhao Duan was the representative of Baima Supervisor.
Once this official letter came out, it meant that he was no longer conducting a private investigation, but was acting openly and sat on the card table where credit was shared.
At the same time, the imperial office was unable to exclude Zhao Du from the case, thus avoiding the dilemma of giving away clues and getting nothing.
Sun Lianying put down her pen and said: "If this matter is true, it may involve practitioners. You and the gang of imps in Zhaoya are all warriors and lack of means. I will ask the Tianshi Mansion to send warlocks to assist. You, no matter what happens, tomorrow will come.”
If it is true that Prince Jing's palace is secretly manipulating the matter, then to ensure safety, the line of communication must involve warriors or sorcerers.
Not long ago, Zhao Duan was almost killed by a strong warlock from Kuangfu Society. He couldn't step into the same trap a second time.
The old supervisor found a "bodyguard" for him.
Zhao Duan was stunned for a moment, pursed his lips, and said gratefully:
"Thank you, sir..."
"Go away, don't come to the door so late in the future and disturb people's sleep." Sun Lianying chased people away.
…
Outside the back door of Zhao Yamen.
Zhu Kui, who had almost become a "full-time coachman", saw Zhao Duan returning and said:
"Sir, where are you going next?" Lao Zhu, you are so self-conscious that you don't even mention going home... Zhao Duan said with a smile:
"Go to the imperial office."
"Ah?" Zhu Kui suspected that he had misunderstood.
"Stop talking nonsense, just go if you are told." Zhao Duan urged.
Press the official letter in your arms with your hand.
The process went smoother than expected, and the introduction of the imperial office was what he had expected.
In other words, that is his purpose.
He might not be able to investigate this case himself, and he doesn't have anyone at his disposal either.
But once the name is incorrect, the words will not flow smoothly, and many operations cannot be used. Secondly, I am really not sure that it will be done. I need to find someone to share the risk and shoulder the trouble together.
In addition, a deeper consideration is an insight learned in the past life:
Those who achieve great things must not eat alone.
Especially in official circles, people who eat alone often die miserably.
"Using an indistinguishable clue to betray Ma Yan and repair the relationship with him is already a profit.
If I can really solve this case, I will get a share of the credit, which may seem like a loss on the surface, but in reality, I will gain even greater benefits. "
Zhao Duan's account book was very clear.
When he stepped into Houya, he expected that Sun Lianying would definitely ask him to contact Zhaoyamen.
"But I thought I would waste some words, but it turned out so smoothly, and I even got a priest from the Tianshi Mansion to be a bodyguard for free... Old Sun has a good character...
Speaking of which, he was really interested in me... How did the original owner lick him in the first place? "
The carriage was rolling, Zhao Duan was thinking wildly, but unfortunately this part of the memory was a bit blurry.
…
…
Zhaoyamen.
"Governor, what did your Majesty say?"
In the room, a hundred-household official couldn't help but ask.
Behind the desk.
The "Grand Eunuch Supervisor" Ma Yan, who had a tall build, a slender face, prominent brows, and a cold temperament mixed with irritability, slowly put down the letter sent from the palace.
His face looked a little ugly:
"His Majesty is very dissatisfied with the results of the investigation into the disappearance of the firearms maker and ordered another investigation."
Baihuguan said bitterly:
"But we have tried our best on this case, and all the clues have been cut off. Although it is strange, the brothers really can't find a solution. The world is so big, finding a few people is like finding a needle in a haystack."
Ma Yan's face was gloomy, his eyebrows were deeply furrowed, and he was also exhausted mentally and physically.
He knew in his heart that what his subordinate said was true, and that the case was really difficult, and the time limit given by His Majesty was not long, so he had no choice but to report like that.
Now the empress has ordered another investigation, her tone is stern and she must not be fooled, but the capital is so big, where to start the investigation?
At the moment of sorrow and embarrassment, suddenly, someone in Jinyi ran in:
“Report to the Governor, Zhao Duan is outside the door asking for an audience!”
"His surname is Zhao?" Ma Yan was startled. Why did that pretty boy come to visit?
…
Tianshi Mansion.
It was another night, and the bell tower was brightly lit. It is a landmark building in the capital.
Different from other places, as the main altar of Taoist magicians, Tianshi Mansion has a large number of priests practicing at night, so there are people there 24 hours a day.
"Second from the White Horse Prison? Ask the priest to help investigate the case?"
A priest on duty was a little surprised when he received an official letter from the clerk in White Horse Prison.
"Isn't the White Horse Supervisor a group of envoys working for the emperor? When will they also be responsible for investigating cases?" Another young priest wondered.
"Who knows, who can take a trip?"
"I'm not going. My homework is due the day after tomorrow, and I'm only half finished."
"I can't. I have an appointment with my junior sister tomorrow to join us on the road. How can I break the appointment?"
"Oh, let me go. I have nothing to do recently. Besides, it's good to go out for a walk and get some fresh air. It's boring to study and practice all day long." A priest said.
The next second, everyone stood up in surprise and looked at the door:
"Senior Sister Jin Jian!"
Outside the door, a ghostly, mysterious, fair-skinned and beautiful girl priest appeared quietly, her divergent eyes focused, and her voice was illusive:
"Prisoner White Horse?"
(End of chapter)