White Fence Dream

Chapter 150 Thinking
The fifteenth day of the first lunar month is approaching. In addition to the streets of Beijing filled with lanterns, the city of Xuzhou is also dazzling.

Even while sitting in the dim prison of the Xuzhou government office where there was no distinction between day and night, Zhang Ze had a small lantern on his desk.

The table was filled with piles of interrogation booklets, but Zhang Ze did not read them. Instead, he leaned back in his chair and stared lazily at the lantern. As if out of boredom or interest, he sat up straight and poked the lantern with the end of his pen. The lantern turned, and the old man drawn on it began to walk with the cow, looking vivid in the light.

Zhang Ze couldn't help but laugh.

Perhaps Zhang Ze's face was too scary these days, and he suddenly smiled. The jailer of the government jail nearby couldn't help but join in the fun: "This was sent by the fourth son of the prefect. It was made by a famous craftsman in Xuzhou. The lanterns he made are extremely popular. The fourth son said he wanted to hold a lantern festival specifically for the Zhongcheng."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Ze poked the lantern paper with the pen in his hand, piercing it and staining it with kerosene, which ignited instantly. With another poke, the lantern fell to the ground, flames blazing.

"It still looks beautiful like this." He looked at the burning lantern and nodded.

The jailer's face was frozen. Although he had been dealing with these people from the Supervisory Board for almost a month, he was still as nervous as when he first met them.

Zhang Ze is a really moody, unpredictable, and scary person.

"Yes, yes." He stammered and continued to make fun of it, "It's a festival, it's prosperous."

Zhang Ze smiled, threw down his pen and stood up.

The jailer shuddered and took a step back subconsciously.

Zhang Ze ignored the jailer's fear and called his servants to the side.

"I've been through the night, and it's almost dawn," he said. "Let's see if we've gained anything."

The attendant responded and led Zhang Ze deeper into the cell.

The jailer did not follow him to serve, even though it was the government prison, since the Supervisory Council came here a few years ago, it belonged to them and even the jailers were not allowed to enter.

As the cell doors were opened one by one, wailing and sobbing sounds floated out from inside, mixed with the smell of blood, just like the underworld of hell. The prison boss, who had spent half his life in the cell and often dealt with torture, couldn't help shivering, and could no longer hold back, so he retreated outside. Anyway, he was just a decoration here.

It was dark outside the prison. Under the light of torches, the guards were talking in low voices to relieve their sleepiness. When they saw the jailer coming out, they asked in low voices, "He went in again? Why is he so quiet at this hour?"

The prison boss curled his lips and shook his head, signaling not to say more, and said in amazement: "In the past, I only heard how terrible the Supervisory Council's actions were. This time I saw it with my own eyes. It was so terrible that I can't describe it in words. To be honest, I don't even dare to walk into the cell now. My legs are weak."

Several officers nodded and said, "Four bodies were carried out yesterday alone." "Look, there are so many more this morning."

Someone else whispered, "What on earth did Ding Anbo commit? If he is really guilty, he should be beheaded. Why is the interrogation endless?"

Is it necessary for the Board of Supervisors to go through so much trouble to convict?
Whatever they say is what it is.

The prison boss shook his head: "It seems like they are investigating someone and trying to pry open his mouth."

An officer looked shocked and said, "Mr. Ding'an is really tight-lipped. We haven't been able to pry him open for so long."

Although Ding'an Earl's hometown is here, he did not grow up here. He would come back occasionally to worship his ancestors, and he would be very arrogant and would ask the prefect to arrange soldiers to welcome him and protect the road.

These officers stood by the roadside and took a look. They saw that Earl Ding'an was riding a tall horse and wearing gorgeous clothes. He looked very majestic, but he was pale and fat, with delicate skin and tender flesh, and did not look like someone who could endure hardship.

It is as solid as a rock in Zhang Ze's hands!

Zhang Ze sat down in the largest cell and looked at Earl Ding'an, who was hanging on the torture pillar like a rag bag.

He was silent and motionless, as if he were already dead.

"Still haven't said anything?" he said, looking at the booklet handed to him by the attendant. It was all about how he cursed the late emperor in private, and the current emperor. He had also intended to get close to Queen Jiang and had given her many gifts but failed. He also resented the court and hated almost every official in the court, especially the Dongyang Marquisate, and so on. These were all irrelevant nonsense.

The attendant also showed helplessness on his face: "He even said the disrespectful words of his grandfather. His grandfather wanted to be emperor--"

Zhang Ze sneered, threw the booklet on the ground, and looked at Ding'an Bo: "Lu Huai, when did the remnants of Jiang's party collude with you?"

As he moved, the servant standing next to the execution pillar whipped Earl Ding'an with a whip.

Ding Anbo shook like a rag and let out a scream.

The screams were weak, but they proved that the person was still alive.

Zhang Ze would not let anyone die before asking what he wanted to ask.

The half-dead Ding Anbo did not curse or beg for mercy. This whip was like an order. He murmured, "I said, I said, I pushed my cousin into the lake and he drowned. He did not fall to his death. He was three years old at that time, but my grandmother praised him for being good-looking. I was very angry."

The servant looked at Zhang Ze with the whip in his hand, looking somewhat helpless, and asked if he should be beaten again.

Zhang Ze waved his hands in annoyance and ignored Ding Anbo who was mumbling about the bad things he had done in his childhood.

"What about the female relatives? Is there any new progress?" he asked.

The attendant flipped the most recent interrogation booklet from the table. "Qin Sibin still said he was unaware and wanted the money and land given by Lady Ding'an. He also said he hated Lady Ding'an and said she was a useless person and wanted to marry into the Marquis's house if she had a better family background. Lady Ding'an said she wanted the Prince of Dongyang to never marry and only be her son-in-law. She also admitted that Miss Lu San had indeed been in poor health since she was a child."

Zhang Ze frowned: "What about Lu Jin? Have you checked the background of her maidservant? Have you checked all the relatives and friends around Master Lu Er?"

The attendant said, "We've checked everything, even the maid's grandfather and grandparents." He shook his head and said, "Still nothing useful." Zhang Ze turned around and looked at the cell opposite. The figure inside was like a ghost.

"That fake silk flower was made by the maidservants around Madam Bo. Their purpose was to frame the new wife of the son of the Marquis of Dongyang." The attendant said from behind, "Commander-in-chief, judging from all the testimonies, there should be no remnants of Jiang Hou's party involved."

When every person was interrogated, every house and every item was searched, the sorcerers recruited by Zhang Ze and Wang Tong were present to ensure that there was no influence of any sorcery.

Indeed, no suspicious points were found.

Is it really an accident?
".I asked the maid to make fake silk flowers. The silk flowers given by the queen were extremely crude and simple. It would be easy to make the same ones."

".She hated the young wife of the Marquis of Dongyang very much, and she also hated the uselessness of the Ding Anbo couple."

".This time she is also going to use the couple of Lord Ding'an. When the time comes, the Prince of Dongyang will hate Lord Ding'an, and she will be the good guy."

As the servant behind him repeated the confession, Zhang Ze also sorted it out again. When he heard this, he frowned and interrupted.

"How is she supposed to be a good person?"

The attendant flipped through the book and said, "Take the real thing and rescue the young lady of the Marquis of Dongyang. She said the real thing is with her." He added, "The lady of the Earl of Ding'an also said that she borrowed a real silk flower."

Zhang Ze touched his chin and asked, "How did this start?"

The maid Xueliu who was thrown to death by Qin Sibin took the silk flowers to tell the wife of the Earl of Ding'an that the wife of the son of the Marquis of Dongyang had committed treason by destroying the gifts given by the Queen.

Then Lady Ding'an and Lu Jin took advantage of the situation and bribed Qin Sibin to send the person to file a complaint.

Fake silk flowers.

Zhang chose a meal.

"If the fake flowers that the maid brought into the palace were fine, then are the ones taken from the Dongyang Marquis's Mansion to the Ding'an Earl's Mansion also fake?"

The attendant was stunned for a moment: "They said that the maid also hated the young lady of the Marquis of Dongyang."

"So she was so bold as to frame him?" Zhang Ze took over the conversation. "Why did she have to use silk flowers? How could someone think of fake flowers if they had never seen the real ones?"

Only after seeing the real thing can one think of the fake one? The attendant understood: "The governor is saying that the maid Xueliu did see the young lady of the Marquis of Dongyang destroy the flowers given by the queen, so she came up with this idea."

But the queen verified it at that time.

"I sent someone to get it. The young lady of the Marquis of Dongyang brought the silk flowers over."

No damage, true.

Zhang Ze turned his head and looked at him.

"The fake one didn't have any problems, what about the real one?"

As the thought flashed through his mind, something seemed to shatter in his head, his body trembled, and his hair stood on end.

He suddenly remembered that Bai Ying's silk flower technique was inherited from her family.

Then the elder sister will, the younger sister.
"I suddenly felt very strange." said Zhang Ze.

The attendant asked in confusion: "What's so strange?"

Zhang Ze looked at Earl Ding'an who was hanging on the execution pillar.

"It seems like every time I encounter something concerning the young lady of the Dongyang Marquis's residence, I try to avoid it."

It took me a long time to figure this out.

"Is this also due to trickery?"

"Prince, Prince."

Zhou Jingyun heard a calling voice in his ears, and at the same time someone gently pushed him. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw that the tent was dim. For a moment, he could not tell what time it was. The next moment, he suddenly reacted, propped himself up and looked to his side.

Beside the pillow, Zhuang Li's eyes flickered as he looked at him.

"You," Zhou Jingyun said, his voice still a little hoarse after being suddenly awakened, but his tone was firm, "Ali, what's wrong?" He asked again and again, "Didn't you sleep well? Did you have a nightmare?"

Zhuang Li smiled at him, apologetically: "It's okay, it's okay, I just suddenly thought of something."

It would be dawn in a moment, but she didn't wait and woke him up directly.
It can be seen how important it is.

Zhou Jingyun nodded: "You go ahead."

Zhuang Li looked at him: "I need to see Shen Qing."