Mu Yunhan did not expect that this night, not only Gu Fenglin would have no time to spare, but she would also have no time to spare.
Not long after Gu Fenglin left, Hong Yun, the maid beside Mrs. Meng, came and said, "Madam is going to interrogate Grandma Yang tonight. I would like to invite you to attend. Is she interested?"
Mu Yunhan also has many questions about the Mupai Party, but she is happy to ask: "When will it start?"
Hong Yun said with a smile: "You can go over and start, but the old lady said that Nanny Yang is stubborn and old-fashioned, so she may not be able to find out anything by asking, so your trip may be in vain."
Mu Yunhan waved his hand nonchalantly: "It's normal that she doesn't want to say it."
After tidying up a little, she followed Hong Yun out the door.
Mrs. Meng was very happy to see her, and she extended her hand for her support very politely: "It just so happens that your adoptive father also went to accompany King Shou's night trial, and we and my wife are good company."
Mu Yunhan also smiled and took up the conversation.
For a moment, it seemed like I was back in time.
Prime Minister Meng's Mansion, which has always been at the center of power, also has a dungeon.
Mrs. Meng took Mu Yunhan down to the dungeon without hesitation, told her to sit behind the screen, and ordered someone to bring Nanny Yang up.
There was no distinction between day and night in the dungeon. Originally, the time could be determined by the number of meals, but Nanny Yang was deprived of food and water, so there was no way to calculate the time.
Mrs. Qie Meng also asked the guards to change shifts every hour, and specially said some encouraging words when changing shifts.
For example, have you had lunch? Have you had breakfast? What did you have for dinner?
It's already dawn, I haven't slept all night, it's time to go home.
It's getting dark again, and I'm very hungry. I want to have some midnight snack or something.
After going back and forth, Nanny Yang thought that she had been imprisoned for three days and three nights without eating a drop of water or rice.
If there is a psychological problem, the whole person will collapse.
When Mrs. Meng wanted to interrogate her, she was already lying on the ground dying, unable to walk, and needed to be carried on a stretcher.
The room chosen by Mrs. Meng was carefully decorated.
The incense burner is burning with sweet lily incense, and the vase is filled with fashionable flowers.
Light gauze curtains, brocade cushions, and mahogany furniture inlaid with mother-of-pearl.
The floor was covered with soft mats, and delicious food was placed on the table.
A steaming cup of bird's nest was placed in a conspicuous place, and the mutton-fat jade bowl shone warmly under the lamp.
This is the living environment that Grandma Yang has been most familiar with in the past few decades. It is so rich and comfortable that it makes people want to cry.
Nanny Yang didn't want to talk, but her body went crazy uncontrollably when she saw the food, especially the cup of bird's nest.
My saliva was gushing out crazily, my stomach was churning and twitching, and all I could think about was the taste of delicious food.
Her eyes were glowing green, and she stared intently at the bird's nest, gasping for air in her throat.
Mrs. Meng sighed: "Lao Yang, you have followed me all these years, and you have made up for whatever I have given you. Ginseng soup, bird's nest, I have a share, and you have a share. You see, I also brought it to you today.
One serving.”
Nanny Yang forced herself not to swallow, but another voice told her that she was about to starve to death.
She couldn't hear anything, struggled and fell off the stretcher, crawling towards Mrs. Meng.
Mrs. Meng picked up the bird's nest, handed it to her, and said sympathetically: "Eat it if you want. It's neither cold nor hot, just right."
Nanny Yang was ecstatic, trembling and about to pour the whole bird's nest into her mouth, but Hongyun snatched the jade bowl away with her hand: "Old madam, she doesn't deserve it!"