After Mrs. Wang opened her mouth, she didn’t even need Xu Jian and Shan Shen to ask, and continued talking one by one.

Beside the writing desk, Master is writing furiously.

"He has been in frequent contact with his godfather, and the lady who asked him noticed the clues. He has good eyesight, and he can see through the godfather's identity at a glance."

"It seems that his wife advised him not to have any contact with his godfather, so as not to harm the family business, but Zhu Cheng was afraid that she would tell her, so he tried every means to silence her."

"The godfather was well-informed and gave him a prescription to add to the Madam's anti-aging medicine soup. Who knew that Zhu Cheng was a coward, so he didn't add enough medicine, and the Madam poured it out but didn't pour it out completely. In the end, he

I had no choice but to keep adding to it and make Madam look like that."

"Comparing my feelings, I pity his wife. She has been hanging on for eight years without any relief."

"It was said outside that Zhu Cheng was so good to her and never gave up on her. Oh, it made me laugh. Zhu Cheng didn't even blush when he said this."

"How many good people can there be in the British government? It seems wrong to say so. It's not them who are lying there in pain. They just need to get a good reputation and have a share. It's a matter of turning a blind eye."

"Only my daughter cares about her. I don't know what kind of blessing Zhu Cheng got in his previous life to have such a kind-hearted daughter. She speaks harshly but is gentle in her dealings. She sometimes comes to my place and looks at her like this.

For a moment, I felt pity for her. She didn’t know anything. If she knew it was her father who did this to her mother, I don’t know how much tenderness she would have left..."

"My godfather asked me to keep an eye on Zhu Cheng. What's the point? Does such a useless thing dare to say that he has harmed his wife?"

"My godfather told us to dig those two boxes of gold bricks. He asked us to dig them out. It's not because I'm interested in getting rich. With a humble life like mine, I'd be satisfied with a little gold and a few jewelry pieces. How dare I think about gold bricks?

Or two boxes."

"Who knows what my godfather is thinking? He has been buried for so many years. He didn't dig it out sooner or later, but he decided to dig it out at this time. If he had said earlier that he could have done it when Laoshi Alley was burned out, why would he have lost the money in the future?

In the hands of Gao An."

Mrs. Wang talks about the east section and the west section, whatever comes to mind, and there is no order.

The master took notes one by one, feeling heavy and uncomfortable in his heart.

In his life, he has remembered trivial squabbles between neighbors, murders in which a whole family was killed because of a disagreement, and he has almost written down a book of charming words, as well as weird nonsense that is difficult to understand.

I have seen so much that I could accept any confession I heard, but now I just feel uncomfortable.

He quickly glanced at Shan Shen and saw that Mr. Fu Yin was also serious. Thinking about it, the master was probably in the same situation as him.

They are all fathers.

They all have daughters.

His daughter is already married, and the young daughter of a Shan family is waiting for a child. But as a father, how can he feel comfortable when he thinks that his daughter is very likely to meet a bitch like Zhu Cheng?

Eight years!

Even if you fail the exam every time, you can still pass three subjects!

This doesn’t even include Kai Enke!

Xu Jian listened for a while and then said calmly: "I have said so much, why not talk more about your godfather."

It was a coincidence that with a grunt, Lady Wang's stomach growled.

She rolled her eyes and said, "Sir, the prison food smells like it, and I'm not full."

Shan Shen is a flexible person.

As long as Madam Wang tells the truth, what does it matter if she gives her a good meal?

The yamen servant went out and quickly prepared a bowl of hot noodle soup, a plate of stir-fried vegetables, and a plate of mutton.

Shan Shen was stunned for a moment and hurriedly said to Xu Jian in a low voice: "I didn't do this in the past."

Their Shuntian Mansion is not that generous.

The yamen servant was called to explain: "That's what Mr. Zhu Si left. The white-cut mutton looked clean. It's a pity that it was dumped. Anyway, they slept on the same bed, so they probably don't mind."

Zhu Cheng definitely didn't want to eat prison food, but the British government was afraid that he wouldn't be able to get used to the big pot of rice in the yamen, so they sent the food themselves, and the yamen officers inspected it before sending it in.

Lady Wang sat cross-legged on the ground and ate with gusto.

"Prison food is hard to eat? Yes, you have been following Zhu Cheng in the past few years, and you have always been able to eat and drink well," Xu Jian said casually, "What did your son eat?"

Madam Wang raised her head and glanced at Xu Jian, as if thinking about his words.

Xu Jian did not see any concern for the child from her reaction.

After thinking for a while, he asked again: "Would you like to give your son some food?"

There was enough food on the table, and Mrs. Wang really couldn't finish it, so she didn't refuse: "Just give him some, he is too young to eat more than a few mouthfuls."

At this time, not only Xu Jian heard the clue, but also Shan Shen and Master frowned.

Generally speaking, even if a mother is hungry, she will always be thinking about her child's mouthful of food.

Of course, in this big world, it’s not surprising that there are mothers who don’t love their children.

The yamen servant packed some food.

Seemingly not interested in waiting for Mrs. Wang to finish her meal, Xu Jian stood up and walked out of the house, standing on the porch with her hands behind her back to enjoy the air.

When the yamen servant passed by, Xu Jian stopped him and whispered: "Ask the nanny what the child likes to eat and what taboos he has."

Shan Shen also came out. After hearing this, he thought carefully and said, "What do you mean, the Duke of the Kingdom, that the child was not born in this outer room?"

Before Xu Jian could answer, Shan Shen stroked his beard and continued his analysis: "Shouldn't it? With her big mouth that pours out everything, if she raises a son for Zhu Cheng who has nothing to do with her, she will

I’ve been screaming for a long time.”

Xu Jian chuckled lightly and agreed with Shan Shen's description.

"I didn't think about it before, but I just had an idea," Xu Jian said, "There's nothing to lose by asking a few more questions."

Not long after, the government officer came back from prison.

"The child doesn't eat mutton," he said, pouting at Madam Wang who was using her chopsticks inside. "Don't you even know what the child eats or doesn't eat? The nanny knew that very well, and she thought

The yamen took care of the children and was willing to give them a few mouthfuls of good food, so they carefully explained the taboos."

Xu Jian knows it.

After waiting for another quarter of an hour, Mrs. Wang finally finished eating.

Shan Shen said: "My stomach is full, isn't it time to say godfather?"

Madam Wang said it, rambling here and there, but not one important sentence.

"Do you think that since the Bricks are gone anyway, the world is so big, as long as you don't betray him, he will be safe?" Xu Jian squinted at her, "Zhu Cheng is useless, an abandoned son; you were also caught, and you

Abandon yourself, don't show your godfather, and everything will be fine.

But you seem to have forgotten that if you don’t care about your son, your godfather may not care about him anymore, right?

It allows you to raise the child without any complaints. Whose child is it?

Don't think about blaming your godfather, he has no children and no grandchildren, and he can't give birth to a son."

Madam Wang scratched her neck and swallowed.

"It's okay if you don't tell me. I'll find some old people from the palace to recognize you," Xu Jian said. "It would be easier if I were you. Anyway, I've already said a lot, and I don't miss these few sentences.

Prison food is so unpalatable, you don’t want to eat that stuff every day before you go on the road, right?

Tell me more. From now on, whatever Zhu Cheng eats for three meals, you will eat the same.

You only have a few months to live, so be kind to yourself."

Madam Wang's face fell.

A pair of slender willow-leaf eyebrows, with their eyebrows furrowed into a furrow, looked at Xu Jian coldly.

Is this Duke Fuguo?

Just too young.

If it were someone older, she would still have the shamelessness to wink a few times, soften her voice and say a few ouch.

Duke Fuguo looked at it and refused to accept it.

She has seen many people, and she has managed to develop some discernment.

A young man with a distinguished family background like Duke Fu will like delicate little girls.

She has a pretty face, which makes people feel happy at first sight, but her temper is not that good. When she gets angry, she can say a few cruel words, and if she disagrees with her, she will immediately throw a bad face...

To put it bluntly, a daughter of great wealth who was pampered and cared for by the elders in the family can win over such a noble young man and make her the only one in his heart.

That kind of dignity and squeamishness is something that the Queen, no matter how young she is, would never have it.

Let alone her now.

She was woken up by a knock on the door in her dream in the middle of the night. She got caught in the rain while setting up a ladder for Zhu Cheng, and was then thrown into a cell with her hair disheveled and in such a miserable state.

It's better to save some energy and don't do such embarrassing things.

If it fails to win over, it is actually a joke.

As for the Governor Yin, he may appreciate the lady, but with the Duke of Fu nearby, he must value his official title, and he will definitely not be so stupid as to be seduced by a female prisoner.

Judging by his appearance, Shan Fuyin is not that stupid person.
To be continued...