The unlucky county princess and the crown prince

Ye Wenchang suddenly looked embarrassed and said with a good heart, "madam, Mr. Sima has already gone. Let him do what he did before he died."

"No way!" Miao's attitude suddenly tough up, "my husband can't die unclear, I must find out."

Baili snow looked in the eyes, secretly relieved, sister-in-law after the initial shock pain, finally took out the general door lady's style.

Ye Wenchang was very embarrassed and gently advised: "my wife and my grown-up have been married for many years, and they are very affectionate. But has my wife ever thought that your son is still so young? Do you want him to live with the stigma of his father?"

"Stigma" two words let Miao Liu Mei upside down, sternly said: "Lord Ye, please pay attention to your wording, why do you say my son's father has a stigma on his back?"

It's a shame to be scolded face to face by a female generation, especially Ye Wenchang.

But when he thought that his husband had just died, he was still not angry. He was very kind. His facial muscles ached a few times. Finally, he sighed heavily, "since my wife is determined to go her own way, well, I don't want to hide it. In fact, Lord Sima has left a suicide note."

A suicide note? Everyone's ears stood up, and the letter would surely solve the mystery of the magistrate's hanging himself, which was also the secret everyone wanted to know. Suddenly, it was quiet around, and even a pin could be heard falling on the ground.

Miao's eyes glared with surprise and said in a loud voice: "where is the letter?"

Ye Wenchang said, "when I arrived, my wife had not yet arrived. I found the letter left by him beside Mr. Sima."

"Give it to me!" Miao's hand extended to Ye Wenchang, and he was very dissatisfied with Ye Wenchang's behavior of hiding his husband's letters.

This time, ye Wenchang did not cover up any more. He took out a neatly folded paper from his sleeve and sighed again, "madam, look at it for yourself!"

Miao couldn't wait to open it. After reading it, his face changed greatly. He fell to the ground and his face was like snow. He murmured, "impossible, impossible!"

The letter fell to the ground, and Baili Xue picked it up. The contents were shocking. Sima Tong was determined to be a good parent for the common people, but when he arrived in Jiangnan, he was soon confused by the colorful world here. He no longer wanted to stay in the land of the wind and the moon. He just spent a lot of money on the dream girl in Wanhua building, just to win a smile from the beauty, How can the magistrate's meager salary support such a life of money and paper?

As a result, he turned his eyes to the huge amount of money for building river embankments, which often cost millions of taels. Anyone would be attracted by it. Over the years, he took advantage of his status as a magistrate to embezzle hundreds of thousands of taels of silver, and squandered all but a part of it in the secret room of the mansion.

After hearing that the emperor sent an emissary to Jiangnan to investigate the corruption of riverbank funds, he was very worried. He felt that the end of the day was coming. Although he forced himself to smile every day, he was in constant panic and suffered great mental torture.

He understood that if the case came to light, the river burst its banks, and countless victims were killed and injured, he would be guilty and could not escape the judgment of the national legal system, so he would simply commit suicide to make amends.

Seeing that Miao's face was as pale as ashes, ye Wenchang showed sympathy and said in a soft voice, "madam and my Lord have been married for many years. You should recognize his handwriting, right?"

Miao's silence, equivalent to acquiescence, expression sad, "no, my husband is not such a person..."

There is such a mountain of iron evidence as Sima Tong's posthumous letter, Miao's defense seems so weak.