Xia Lishuang's expression remained unchanged, "Ranran has never liked extravagant and luxurious clothes. She only wears ordinary clothes, not palace maid clothes."
This makes sense.
The emperor glanced at Xia Lishuang and said nothing.
"Sneaky and sneaky, it means you have evil intentions at first sight."
The prince was beside him, adding insult to injury, but heard the emperor snort coldly.
The hall fell silent instantly.
…
Because the incident happened suddenly, Jiang Nanjin's body was still placed in the side hall.
As soon as the accident happened, someone rushed over and the inspection has now been completed.
"Back to the Emperor, Mr. Jiang was stabbed in the chest. Judging from the direction of the insertion of the dagger, someone's arm should have been wrapped around Mr. Jiang's chest from behind, stabbing Mr. Jiang in the heart and killing him with one blow."
Xia Lishuang glanced at the prince, cupped her hands and said, "Please tell me, Father, how can Ran Ran, a weak woman with insufficient height, kill Master Jiang by passing her arms from behind?"
The emperor's face darkened.
"In addition, it is impossible for Ranran to bring weapons when she entered the palace, and we did not find a dagger or scabbard on her body. According to Erchen, this matter needs further verification."
Xia Liyuan and Wen Changjin also knelt down together.
"Your Majesty, this is a matter of innocence for this little girl's life. Your Majesty, please investigate in detail!"
The emperor's eyes were uncertain, he looked at Xia Lishuang, then glanced at Wen Changjin, and finally nodded.
The prince who had been suppressed just now turned his eyes and said loudly, "What the father said makes sense!"
It seemed like he wasn't the one who just kept saying that Wen Ranran would be severely punished.
"I am bold enough to recommend Jingzhao Yin and Huang Shaoling to take charge of this case!"
The prince held up his hands, his face concealing murderous intent.
Xia Lishuang sneered in her heart. Jing Zhaoyin was from the prince's faction. If Huang Shaoling was asked to investigate the case, wouldn't Ran Ran be bound to die?
His eyes were indifferent and his expression remained unchanged.
"I think Cheng Fenglou, the minister of Dali Temple, is a god in solving cases and can investigate and handle this case!"
The emperor pinched his brows and looked at his two sons who were holding their own opinions.
"What do you think, Prime Minister?"
When his name was suddenly mentioned, Wen Changjin raised his hand and replied.
"The veteran believes that the case should be handed over to Jingzhao Yin Huang Shaoling, but the veteran heard that people in the public seemed to have some criticisms of Huang Shaoling's ability to handle the case."
"In that case, let's leave this matter to Jing Zhaoyin!"
The emperor made the final decision.
"yes!"
The prince curled his lips and glanced coldly at Xia Lishuang, his eyes full of pride.
Xia Lishuang's eyes were condensed, and the beads hanging from her cuffs were looming.
…
When Wen Ranran opened her eyes again, she was awakened by the smell of smoke on her body.
There was no husband in front of him, only a dark and shabby cell.
"This girl is really strong... It's such a big deal, but she's just unconscious..."
In front of him, an old doctor with a white beard and gray robe stared at Wen Ranran tremblingly, and pulled out the last silver needle from her head.
Wen Ranran sat up straight and rubbed her painful head.
"Where is this?!"
"Dufu Yamen!"
My heart sank, and I was just about to say something when I saw Xia Lishuang leading Qiu He into the cell, followed by a large group of maids and servants.
"Ms. sir!"
Wen Ranran held on to the cell door and looked at Xia Lishuang affectionately through the iron railings.
Xia Lishuang looked at her dirty and aggrieved face, twitched her eyes, and waved her hand behind her.
The jailer immediately understood and opened the cell door.
Behind him, the servants filed in, moving around and making some modifications to the cell.
Carved wooden bed, rosewood table, glazed fruit plate, pear wood dressing table, bronze mirror, and a pile of fruits and medicinal materials...
In just a moment, the impoverished prison cell was instantly transformed into a hotel room, a luxurious version.
Wen Ranran looked at the greatly changed cell and curled her lips.
"Are you planning to let me spend the last good part of my life in prison?"
Wen Ranran glanced at the next door.
The eldest brother who was locked up next door was holding on to the railing on her side, his eyes widened in envy, and tears were almost dripping from the corners of his mouth.
Obviously I have never seen this kind of operation.
Xia Lishuang sighed rarely, nodded Wen Ranran's forehead, and spoke with distress.
"How could I give up..."
Wen Ranran narrowed her eyes and smiled.
After waving his hand for everyone to go down, Xia Lishuang asked doubtfully.