Mi Xiayao's words were so fierce that they really frightened the widow.
But she reacted very quickly, quickly pulled her hand away, opened the door and left without looking back.
Mi Xiayao was confused.
Song Qiao frowned and said: "Madam, that widow is inexplicable... How about we send this child to the official family?"
She glanced at the book on the swaddling clothes and frowned.
I had vaguely heard some palace secrets in my previous life. The old emperor loved the little concubine very much when he was old. There was a gap of several dozen years between the two, but the little concubine was more popular. The old emperor got a little prince in his old age, but later due to the fight between the prince and the third prince.
, the little imperial concubine and the little prince disappeared for several years during a palace trip.
Some said that the little noble concubine disappeared to protect her life, while others said that the brothers secretly killed the poor little noble concubine due to a fratricidal fight.
"Song Qiao, come with me to the teahouse in the afternoon, where I made an appointment with the escort to discuss the dowry arrangement." She held the infant baby in her arms, but turned around and told Song Qiao something else.
Song Qiao was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted and responded neatly.
"Go and call those who followed me from Duan Mansion."
"yes."
Just like that, Mi Xiayao held a baby and told three or four people to go to the teahouse to arrange the dowry. The only thing that changed in her words was the exact time.
As the last person responded and left, Mi Xiayao skillfully patted the baby in her arms, thinking deeply.
She had to take advantage of the opportunity to deal with the surrounding traitors before leaving Jingzhou.
As for this innocent baby who was brought in... she will take it with her for the time being, and it shouldn't be too late to discuss it after she reunites with her family.
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In the damp and dark dungeon, there was the sound of dripping water everywhere, which struck at the panic of the prisoners in the prison.
There is a man in a white shirt tied up on the rack, and the man opposite him is wearing a silver-white flying fish suit, with a long knife on his waist, and his hands are tapping the handle of the knife.
"As a magistrate of Jingzhou for three years, you embezzled tens of thousands of land taxes and took the people's money and food. You lived a very comfortable life."
The man glanced at the confession on the table and recited every item of guilt on it with his thin lips.
Duan Honglin's upper body already had few good pieces of meat. He raised his head in pain and looked at the intact Pei Xingyuan in front of him.
"The dignified Zuo Shaoqing of Dali Temple has no chance to tie up the officials of the dynasty. How can it be unreasonable!"
He struggled, and the chains rattled.
Pei Xingyuan raised his eyelids and took a look. His handsome features now looked dark, and his thin lips curled into a sneer.
"I came here to investigate the corruption and bribery case in Jingzhou on the order of His Highness the Crown Prince. Do you mean that I behaved inappropriately?"
Pei Xingyuan walked to the fire casually, wrapped the long red iron in a thick cloth slowly and walked up to Duan Honglin.
He looked down at the embarrassed sinner in front of him.
"For contempt of the prince's oral instructions, the crime will be increased to one level, and according to the law, one's throat will be cut, but -"
His cold voice was like a devil's whisper.
The punishment was too heavy, and Duan Honglin, who was bruised and bruised, had just talked back because he couldn't bear the physical pain, and he was too arrogant to speak. By the time he regretted it, the other party had already brought the red iron close to his chest.
Feeling terrified, fearing that the red coals would burn him, Duan Honglin quickly changed his words and begged for mercy.
"Why are you panicking? A person who can despise the prince's orders can bow his head even though he is a trivial person. How can Duan Guan be so cowardly?"
Duan Honglin's head was shaking like a rattle at this moment, and his hair fell down, like a madman.
"Sir, it is the young man who is not careful about what he says. It is the young man who is wrong. Please forgive the young man!"
The next second he responded was a solid piece of red iron falling on his chest. A miserable wailing sound and the smell of burnt flesh filled the entire cell.
The pain in his flesh once again stimulated Duan Honglin's emotions. He was shaking all over. The pain was so extreme that he lost consciousness, and his upper and lower teeth were grinding uncontrollably.
Pei Xingyuan's sharp red phoenix eyes were staring at the other party calmly, and at the end, he raised his eyebrows with a provocative smile.
Duan Honglin trembled and rebuked angrily: "You stole an official's wife and pocketed it for yourself. You are so shameless! You have no conscience! You are a cunning and despicable person!"
"You are clearly abusing lynching! You...you want to kill me and then sleep with a married woman! You are working together!"
"...When I get out of this dungeon, I will see if you can still sit firmly in your position as Zuo Shaoqing of Dali Temple!"
He cursed several times intermittently. Instead of irritating Pei Xingyuan, the shovel on his chest was turned in a different direction.
"If he still refuses to admit this confession, he will continue to be tortured and questioned. If he dies, he will bring trouble to our family."
Pei Xingyuan was tired of hearing these words for a long time, and there was nothing new. He was almost exhausted, so he barely breathed and simply handed it over to the adjutant beside him.
The adjutant was hiding in a corner of the prison. After a dull response, he watched Pei Xingyuan walk out while wiping his hands.
When the prison door closed, the adjutant walked out of the darkness.
Different from Pei Xingyuan's torture method, the other party took out a wound medicine from his arms and sprinkled it on Duan Honglin's wound without any force, forcing Duan Honglin to wake up from the pain.
Opening his eyes and holding on to the memory of the last second when he was unconscious, Duan Honglin continued to curse.
"Pei Xingyuan, everyone says you are a notorious person who doesn't even spare married women, and is shameless!"
"Open your eyes and see clearly who it is before you curse!" The adjutant kicked the other person hard.
Duan Honglin felt pain all over his body and could no longer tell where the pain was. He kept his eyes open for a long time and struggled to identify. Finally, he still cursed: "What's the difference! They are all Pei Xingyuan's lackeys."
"Stop insulting people!"
"Our master has seen what you did and thinks that someone like you who can embezzle tens of thousands is a top-notch person and a talented person. I know that you resent Pei Xingyuan for being cruel and ruthless, and do you want to take revenge on that couple?"
The adjutant was obviously not Pei Xingyuan's person. He sneaked in under someone else's name for the purpose of getting this best product.
Duan Honglin paused, "Who are you?"
"Does it matter who I am? Aren't they all people who want to help my master?"
"If I follow you, can I really drag him down?"
"No matter how you can't, you can give your wife to his bed. There is nothing you can't do. My master needs your courage."
When Duan Honglin heard this, his eyes were red and he struggled: "I'm not!"
"You know best whether you are right or wrong, right?" The adjutant sneered, "You, by some strange combination of circumstances, delayed the person assigned by my master, and now, by some strange combination of circumstances, you have become Pei Xingyuan's enemy."
“A perfect match.”
Duan Honglin: "..."
"Okay! I'll follow! I'm willing to do anything as long as I can drag that couple into trouble!"