Chapter 137: Sending a Letter to Prince Jin Mansion

"It's not impossible to let you all spare your lives."

The Second Young Master picked up the wine glass and drank by himself. Since being poisoned, his food and wine had been strictly checked to ensure that the poisoning incident would not happen again.

Therefore, he could drink wine boldly.

If he really died, hehe, everyone in the Heavenly Prison would have to be buried with him, and by the way, a nine-clan extermination package.

Chen Guanlou bit the bullet, bowed and said: "Please Second Young Master, give orders."

The fish on the chopping block can only be dispatched by the other party. Even if it is a mountain of knives and a sea of fire, he can only take a trip when the time comes.

The Second Young Master looked at his expression and laughed, "Rest assured, it's not a difficult task. You send a letter to the Wang Fu for me. Remember, the letter must be handed personally to the Wang Fu's Grand Steward, Steward Ping, no one else will do."

"Is that all?" Chen Guanlou confirmed repeatedly.

The Second Young Master nodded, "Yes. After this matter is done, I guarantee not to make it public, guarantee not to pursue your responsibility, and your lives will be worry-free. Otherwise, the Brocade Uniform Guard will break into the Heavenly Prison at any time, and everyone in the Heavenly Prison will be purged. Including the prison guards in the B-grade prison and C-grade prison next door."

Threat!

And a threat that could be fulfilled at any time.

Chen Guanlou took a deep breath, "This small one understands, I will definitely hand the letter to Steward Ping personally."

"Very good! You go out and wait, wait for me to finish, then you come to take the letter."

"Yes!"

Chen Guanlou walked out of the cell and waited in a corner. About half an hour later, he got the letter, and the seal on the opening was covered with a red sealing wax seal, which was a Qilin pattern, the simplest and most effective anti-peeping means.

"Remember, hand it personally to Steward Ping." The Second Young Master instructed solemnly.

Chen Guanlou's heart worried, is there any mystery?

He lowered his head slightly, not letting the other party detect the inner fluctuation, "Second Young Master, rest assured, this small one will definitely complete the task."

"Very good! Go!" The Second Young Master picked up the wine glass again and began to live in a dream.

Chen Guanlou held the letter, struggled for two seconds, and made a decision.

He returned to the duty room, drove everyone out, closed the door, took out a pair of clean gloves, and lit a candle. He smoked the sealing wax on the envelope with candlelight, his technique was very steady, not fast or slow, controlling the distance from the candlelight, ensuring that the sealing wax could be smoked open without leaving traces.

The heat was almost there, he took out a clean small knife, and slowly cut along the edge of the sealing wax.

The envelope opening was opened, he carefully took out the letter inside, and unfolded it to read.

Finally...

He took the letter to see Jiang Jiang Yucheng Fan first, informing him of the Second Young Master's conditions.

"Is this the letter?" Jiang Jiang Yucheng Fan looked at the letter on the desk, as if it were a hot potato, "Do you know what's written inside?"

Chen Guanlou shook his head, "No way to know. Does the master want to take a look?"

Jiang Jiang Yucheng Fan:...

He slowly stretched out his hand, and then shrank it back quickly, as if there were floods and beasts in the letter, making him terrified and lingering in fear. How dare he have the idea of stealing the Second Young Master's letter. Too arrogant, too risky.

He looked at Chen Guanlou deeply, and then shook his head, "No, can't! You and Prison Clerk Fan go to the Prince Jin Mansion together, be sure to hand the letter personally to Steward Ping, this matter must not be wrong."

"Together with Prison Clerk Fan? This..." Chen Guanlou couldn't help but ponder the meaning, could it be that Jiang Jiang Yucheng Fan still kept the idea of using Prison Clerk Fan to eliminate disasters?

However, the letter content did not mention the death of the Heavenly Prison prison guards.

What about him? Is he also a tool man for Jiang Jiang Yucheng Fan to eliminate disasters?

Jiang Jiang Yucheng Fan instructed him solemnly: "When you arrive at the Wang Fu, be careful what you say. When necessary, you know what to do."

Chen Guanlou nodded hesitantly, "This small one understands."

Early in the morning, he followed Prison Clerk Fan, took a carriage, and headed to the Prince Jin Mansion.

Prison Clerk Fan was restless, as if there were nails under his butt, sitting uneasily all the way.

"After sending the letter, will the Second Young Master really spare us?"

"Little Master Fan, rest assured, the Second Young Master keeps his word and will not implicate the innocent."

"That's good, that's good. You say if the Wang Fu learns that the Second Young Master was poisoned in the Heavenly Prison, will they make things difficult for us? I heard that the Wang Fu has a private prison, specifically to deal with disobedient servants. If the Prince is angry and orders us to be thrown into the private prison, what should we do then."

"Little Master Fan, relax, think about the good side, nothing will happen."

No matter how Chen Guanlou comforted him, Prison Clerk Fan was in a state of having his head moved at any time, panicked and restless. He hadn't eaten or slept well for several days, his eyes were full of blood, and his complexion was haggard. Even his brain was moving very slowly now.

In the anxious atmosphere, the carriage finally arrived at the Prince Jin Mansion. The imposing main gate of the Prince Jin Mansion was naturally not something they were qualified to knock on. Crossing the main gate of the Prince Jin Mansion, continuing to walk forward, turning a corner, arriving at the side gate, knocking on the door to tell the purpose of the visit, and taking out the identity waist plate to prove their identity.

The gatekeeper stared at the two and looked left and right, saying: "You can hand the letter to me, I will transfer it for you."

"Please forgive me, brother. The Second Young Master repeatedly instructed that we must hand the letter personally to Steward Ping, please report it."

After saying that, a silver ingot fell into the gatekeeper brother's hand.

When coming, worried that the Wang Fu gatekeeper's vision was high, Chen Guanlou prepared three taels of silver. Going to the Marquis Mansion, he only needed to give the gatekeeper five mace of silver. Several times the difference, I think it should satisfy the gatekeeper brother.

The gatekeeper brother weighed the silver, and was indeed very satisfied, and even cursed the dog prison guard of the Heavenly Prison for being rich.

"Come in and wait, I will arrange for someone to report it. Whether Steward Ping sees you or not, I can't guarantee."

"Thank you, brother."

The two entered the Wang Fu and waited in the ear room. After waiting for about two cups of tea, they finally waited for someone.

Led by the Wang Fu servants, they walked deep into the Wang Fu.

Chen Guanlou's first impression of the Wang Fu was that it was big, feeling like walking for a long time before arriving at a flower hall.

All the way, Prison Clerk Fan followed closely behind him, obviously taking him as the head, and sweat was dripping from his forehead, nervous to the point of left foot stepping on right foot, head spinning.

If Chen Guanlou hadn't supported Prison Clerk Fan, Prison Clerk Fan would have fallen and lost face on the spot.

Arriving at the flower hall without danger, and continuing to wait.

During the period, a servant came to take the letter, but was refused by Chen Guanlou, he still said the same thing, "The Second Young Master repeatedly instructed that the letter must be handed personally to Steward Ping, please forgive me."

Waiting and waiting, the tea was added three times, coming in the morning, waiting until after noon, without eating a mouthful of rice. Finally, waited for Steward Ping.

Steward Ping was in his early fifties, fair-faced and beardless, slightly fat. Wearing dark red brocade clothes, wearing a gilded crown, stepping on official boots, stepping on small square steps and walking slowly into the flower hall.

The originally cold flower hall instantly had a group of maids and servants, the cold tea was changed to hot tea, and snacks and fruits were served. The servants served Steward Ping to sit in the main seat.

Steward Ping sized up the two, "Are you two the ones who want to see this servant?" ===== CHAPTER 138 =====