Mrs. He wiped her tears with her blood-stained sleeve, glanced at the pot, and said, "How many times have I told you, this pot is a New Year's gift from Mrs. Zhao to me."

Mr. Qian said: "This is not that one. There is a mechanism in it. The princess just discovered it from the secret compartment under the table in your room today."

He's face suddenly turned pale, and she said in panic: "I don't know! This has absolutely nothing to do with me! Mrs. Zhao only gave me a pot, and I use it often. It's definitely not a nine-bend mandarin duck pot!"

Princess Jinyang'e frowned slightly and asked, "Then who knows that there is a secret grid in that place? Does Mrs. Zhao know about it?"

He thought for a moment, "Only me and my personal maid Hongling know."

Wang Feng narrowed his eyes, "Hong Ling, Hong Ye, are these two slaves related?"

He said: "Yes, they are biological sisters. My aunt died young, and my cousin, Mrs. Zhao, lived in my house for a while. At that time, my mother gave her several maids, including Hongye."

As she said that, her dull eyes suddenly lit up, "Did that bitch Hong Ling tell Hong Ye? It was that bitch! Mrs. Zhao wanted to plot against Doctor Bai, but she didn't know how to play the Nine-Tune Mandarin Duck Pot, and it was poisonous.

Drink the tea by yourself!"

Mr. Qian pondered for a moment, "This will only be known after a trial!"

Then he ordered people to take He to the next door, and then brought Hongling over.

Hong Ling was also tortured. When she came in, her eyes fell on the torture instruments in the interrogation room. She was so scared that her eyes were dull and she was trembling. She knelt on the ground and kowtowed, "Master Qingtian, I don't know anything. I don't know anything."

I didn’t do it! My slave..."

"Pah!" Qian Langzhong was stunned, "Shut up!"

Hong Ling was so frightened that she fell to the ground and shivered.

Mr. Qian asked in a deep voice: "Did you know that there is a hidden compartment in your wife's house?"

"I know, I know, it's under the Eight Immortals' Table, where my wife's body and money are hidden!" Hong Ling just wanted to avoid being tortured.

Mr. Qian then asked: "Have you told anyone else this secret?"

Hong Ling shook her head like a rattle, "No, no!"

Wang Feng frowned, "Think about it again, did you accidentally reveal it to anyone? For example, Hongye?"

Doctor Qian said to Wang Feng disapprovingly: "General Wang, please don't mislead the suspect. I am making an exception by allowing you to observe. I will leave the questioning to you."

Before Wang Feng could say anything, Hong Ling remembered it and said, "When Hong Ye and I were chatting, I seemed to have let something slip by accident."

Mr. Qian asked: "You poisoned the teapot and replaced the teapot. What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything. Oh, I brought hot water, made tea, and poured tea. They were all made of red leaves." Hong Ling kept denying it.

But the red leaves are dead, what should I do?

Mr. Qian asked someone to take Hongling down, and then brought over a maid and two wives of Mrs. Zhao.

At that time, there were only Bai Qingqing, Hongye and these three people in the room. They must know something.

Several people were forced in, knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, begging for their lives.

Although these people were injured all over their bodies and had been tortured, judging from their mental state, it was just flesh wounds. Obviously, the people in Tianlao were merciful.

There is a lot to learn about this execution. Some of them may look unhurt, but in fact they are rotten on the inside. Some may look terrifying, but in fact they are just superficial injuries.

It's no wonder that so many days have passed and no explanation has yet been found.

At this time, Duofu said: "Master Qian, don't you have any torture instruments here?"

When several maids and women heard this, they kowtowed louder.

Mr. Qian glanced at the various torture instruments on the wall and said, "Thank you, father-in-law, all the torture instruments are here."

"These are not good, what do you think this is?" Duofu said, taking out an embroidery needle from his sleeve pocket, and walked towards one of the women step by step with a grin.

The woman stared at the embroidery needle shining under the candlelight, her eyes widened, "No! Spare your life!"

Duofu squatted beside the old woman with a ferocious smile, and said calmly: "This embroidery needle is very useful. It can embroider, and it can also make people miserable!"

Saying that, he stabbed the grandma's arm!

The sharp pain made the grandma shrink suddenly and scream in pain: "Ah!"

Duofu chuckled and said, "Isn't this a good taste? However, this taste is not the most exciting."

Duofu reached out and grabbed her hand and continued: "The most ecstatic feeling is to insert this little embroidery needle under your fingernail, once or twice, and then pick it up hard, and you can peel off one."

Here are the complete nails! How about it, isn’t it good?”

Not only did this grandma scream in fright, but the other grandma and the maid also screamed in fright.

"Don't worry, you will all have a chance to try it!" Duofu said, clenching Grandma's index finger with one hand, and stabbing the embroidery needle hard towards the nail with the other hand!

"Ah!" The mammy's shrill scream echoed in the prison.

This grandma is still a stubborn person. Two of her fingernails were peeled off and she didn't even say a word.

However, the little maid was so frightened that she could no longer hold on. When the third fingernail of grandma was pulled off, she screamed: "Slave, slave, say!"

"You bitch! Shut up!" the two nuns yelled in unison.

Duofu smiled slightly and said, "Whoa!" He waved the dagger in his hand twice, and the lips and noses of the two nuns were cut off.

The little maid was even more frightened and said hurriedly: "Madam and Hongye did it. Madam wanted to kill Bai Qingqing, so Hongye gave the idea to use that secret grid..."

It turned out that when Mr. He went to call Bai Qingqing, Hongye replaced the Yuanyang teapot hidden in the spare clothes baggage with the normal teapot and hid the normal teapot inside the baggage.

Wide-sleeved dresses are cumbersome and will inevitably get dirty at banquets. Nobles usually bring one or two spare pieces of clothing with them when they go out.

They knew that after what happened, they would all be searched, so they planned to hide the Nine-Bend Yuanyang Pot in the secret compartment afterwards.

However, what surprised them was that it was Mrs. Zhao who died instead of Bai Qingqing.

At this point in the case, it has been proven that Bai Qingqing is the victim and innocent.

Wang Feng narrowed his eyes and asked: "Your wife wants to kill Bai Qingqing, is it her own intention, or is she under the instruction of others? Why did she not think of taking action until now?"

The maid shook her head, "How can we servants know what the master is thinking?"

Wang Feng asked again: "Mrs. Zhao, has she seen any special people recently?"

"A special person?" The maid shook her head, "On New Year's Day, Madam has to meet many people every day. Who is special?"

Seeing that Wang Feng was trying the case again, Mr. Qian said displeasedly: "Since Bai Qingqing is not guilty, let's stay here today. Tomorrow, the Japanese officials will report to the Master, and Bai Qingqing can be released from prison when the approval comes."

This process can be short or long, it all depends on the mood of the adults in the Punishment Department. Obviously, these adults are definitely not in a good mood.

Bai Qingqing is surrounded by dangers in the Criminal Prison Prison. If she stays for a moment longer, she will be in danger.
Chapter completed!