Chapter 250

Night.

Jiang Xiaoxiao and her mother were cleaning the side room on the first floor.

During the day, the Li family came to search the house, fearing that a wild man was hiding on the bed, and messed up the beds in many rooms.

Jiang Wei pulled off all the bed sheets and quilt covers that the Li family had touched and threw them into the washing machine.

Jiang Xiaoxiao watched silently as her mother moved another washing machine out of the space, and then threw the clothes Qiulian Niang had made into it to wash.

Well, now even washing clothes didn't need to be troublesome.

Jiang Xiaoxiao watched for a while, then withdrew her gaze silently and looked at the ear room next to the main room.

The door was wide open, and there was nothing inside except for a neat bed.

Even Shen Que was not inside.

He was probably really leaving.

Meanwhile.

In the County Yamen prison.

In a dark and damp corner, Huang Wenfeng, who was detained alone, was being tortured by the mice running around in the prison and couldn't sleep.

The prison clothes on his body had already gone sour, emitting an unpleasant smell. He endured the nausea, grabbed a mouse that had drilled into his trouser leg, and threw it out of the prison.

The mouse was smashed hard on the ground and immediately lost its sound.

Huang Wenfeng breathed heavily and cursed, "Damn beast!"

He was about to withdraw his gaze and prepare to sleep when a pair of black boots entered his field of vision.

He looked up subconsciously and was stunned, then said sarcastically, "County Lieutenant Shen, you have come in person, I don't know what for?"

The man stood in front of the prison, looking at him with deep eyes. Half of his face was shrouded in shadow, and the emotions on his face could not be seen.

Huang Wenfeng was stunned, and his gaze fell involuntarily on a box he was holding.

Shen Que spoke slowly, "I remember, the Huang family's ancestors were in the wine business."

"What do you want to ask?"

Hearing this, Huang Wenfeng became vigilant instantly, but soon he calmed down, "That account book is now in your hands, right? County Lieutenant Shen, you have already obtained what you wanted, what else are you dissatisfied with?"

"Dissatisfied?" Shen Que hooked his lips coldly, and the indifference in his eyes could almost not be hidden, "Now that things have come to this, you still don't admit it."

After saying this, he took out the copper wine cup from the box.

The moment Huang Wenfeng saw the wine cup, his eyes widened instantly, full of disbelief: "You, you actually..."

He never expected that the wine cup hidden so deeply would be found.

Huang Wenfeng took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, "So what if you found the wine cup? You must have read that account book, didn't you also fail to find what you wanted in it?"

Now, Shen Que was finally angry: "Does my father's death have anything to do with you!?"

Seeing Shen Que angry, Huang Wenfeng suddenly had an inexplicable satisfaction in his heart, and the words in his mouth had no more scruples: "Heh, County Lieutenant Shen, oh County Lieutenant Shen, it's a pity you are wise for a lifetime, but you can't even see through this little problem... Do you really think that if it weren't for that person's permission, who would dare to put the dignified Duke of Zhenguo, General Shen, to death?"

Shen Que's gaze stopped.

The wine cup he was holding slipped from his hand as if he had lost strength and smashed heavily on the ground, making a crisp collision sound.

The wine cup rolled in front of the prison door, only an inch away from Huang Wenfeng inside.

"Speaking of which, you should thank our Huang family..."

Huang Wenfeng looked at the wine cup in front of his feet and laughed mockingly, "Back then, General Shen died of a serious illness on his way back to the capital. The person above ordered the destruction of all his belongings, so as not to spread the illness... If it weren't for our Huang family secretly hiding and keeping this wine cup, you wouldn't have it as evidence today, many years later."

"Heh, yes, indeed I should thank your Huang family." Shen Que looked at Huang Wenfeng with sarcasm. He bent down to pick up the wine cup and continued, "Just like that account book, your Huang family only wanted to keep a handle that could be manipulated at will, but you didn't know that this evidence could also pull you into hell."

After saying this, Shen Que left without looking back.

Huang Wenfeng seemed to be provoked by these words and shouted at Shen Que's back through the prison door: "Don't you want to find the murderer who killed your father! Good, I'll tell you, it's the Holy Emperor! That wine cup was personally bestowed upon your father by the Holy Emperor! Shen Que, oh Shen Que, go take revenge! Haha, I tell you, you have no chance at all. Everything you've done in this life is in vain! Accept your fate!"

Huang Wenfeng's voice grew farther and farther away, and Shen Que's steps grew larger and larger, as if he wanted to escape that voice. He fled the prison at high speed.

Not until he was out of the County Yamen prison did he breathe a sigh of relief, but as soon as he looked up, he saw Cishi Xie waiting outside.

He didn't know how long he had been standing there.

The night wind in late autumn was bleak, and Cishi Xie was still wearing that thin casual clothes.

He saw Shen Que coming out of the prison with that copper wine cup, and a bitter smile couldn't help but flow from the corner of his mouth: "Since you already know in your heart, why go to the trouble of asking the Huang family?"

Shen Que lowered his eyes and put the wine cup back into the box. After a long while, he said, "Probably... still holding a glimmer of luck."

He still couldn't believe that the person who killed his father would be that person...

The men of the Shen family guarded the border, guarding the border for ten years as one day, using their flesh and blood to resist foreign enemies and protect the peace of Dayin for decades... He really couldn't figure out why that person would treat his father like this...

"The reason for the late Emperor's death is a secret that the royal family does not pass on." Shen Que packed the wine cup and looked up at Cishi Xie opposite him, "Back at the Jiang house, when Xiaoxiao revealed the secret of this wine cup, did you guess who that person was... that's why you persuaded me not to go back to the capital."

Cishi Xie had nothing to say, but it was obviously a default.

After a while, he said, "Shen Que... merit high enough to shake the master has been an unavoidable problem for emperors and generals since ancient times... What's the use of you taking the wine cup back to the capital now? So many years have passed, it's time to let go."

Shen Que didn't speak, just clenched the hand holding the box tighter and tighter until his fingers turned white, and his lips were also pressed tightly.

He looked up slowly at the sky under the dark night.

This sky was dim and unclear, just like the heavy smog in the capital.

The situation.

The hearts of people.

All were like this.

Shen Que didn't come back all night.

Jiang Xiaoxiao and Jiang Wei finished cleaning the room and didn't wait for Shen Que to come back, resting early.

Time came to the next day.

Jiang Xiaoxiao got up early.

She didn't have time to wash up, put on her clothes, and hurried to the courtyard to see if there were any traces of their gate being opened.

Obviously, no.

Shen Que really didn't come back all night.

Jiang Xiaoxiao stood in place and curled her lips, seeming still unwilling to admit the fact that Shen Que had left.

Jiang Wei was already busy in the kitchen, calling her to wash up and then come to eat breakfast, as they were going to town later. (End of chapter)