Chapter 238

This, Du Ren Mei really didn't know.

"No way? Constable Yang personally signed a guarantee in front of me. If anything went wrong with you on the road, I would punish him. Where did he get the dog's guts?"

Du Ruo sneered, "Then you'll have to ask him."

After saying this, she climbed straight into the carriage, Jiang Li flicked the whip, and the carriage drove away without looking back.

Leaving Du Ren Mei, who was dumbfounded, choking on dust on the spot.

Du Ren Mei's heart was cold.

How could this happen? Originally, he had Yang Dian Feng escort Aman to Yugui Shan, firstly to protect Aman's safety, and secondly to please Aman and show his fatherly love.

As a result, that Yang Dian Feng actually had murderous intent toward Aman on the way??

You vicious, double-dealing scoundrel!

Now it's over. Aman already didn't want to pay attention to him, and now she would definitely dislike him even more. Maybe she would even misunderstand that he was the one who ordered Yang Dian Feng.

He wouldn't be able to wash himself clean even if he jumped into the Yellow River...

Thinking of this, Du Ren Mei felt terrible, wishing he could eat that bastard Yang Dian Feng alive!

His shoulders slumped, he slowly turned around, dragged his heavy steps back to his own office, and sat blankly in front of the desk, his soul lost, not even hearing the secretary call him several times.

It wasn't until a bailiff came in and handed him a handwritten letter from the Magistrate.

Du Ren Mei finally came back to his senses and opened it to take a look.

Nothing major; it said they would be back tomorrow with a prisoner who needed to be strictly guarded, asking him to prepare in advance and clear out a dark room.

A dark room?

Du Ren Mei suddenly shivered. Li Xianling was benevolent and had always disliked using torture to force confessions.

Let alone the most terrifying dark room.

There, there was no sun, no sound, and no light source. It was as if it were a void space where even the passage of time couldn't be felt; it could be said that every day was like a year.

Prisoners locked in there basically all went crazy.

What kind of great crime had been committed to make Li Xianling so angry?

Could it be Yang Dian Feng?

The more Du Ren Mei thought about it, the more he felt it was possible, and the more frightened he became. It seemed Yang Dian Feng had indeed committed heinous acts against Aman; otherwise, why would Li Xianling go to such lengths?

Could he... could he have violated Aman?

Du Ren Mei's vision went black, and he couldn't sit still anymore. He stood up with a start and bolted toward home.

The Du residence was in the bluestone alley behind the Ya Men, and he arrived in less than a quarter of an hour.

The big yellow dog named Laifu that guarded the gate saw its master return and wagged its tail like a windmill, bringing a few puppies that weren't even a month old to rub against him.

The gatekeeper was so scared he hurriedly grabbed them back.

After Du Ren Mei entered the inner courtyard, he patted the dog's head with lingering fear and lowered his voice, "You blind dog, didn't you see the master is unhappy? Be careful I stew your whole family for meat!"

The dog tilted its head, its dog face confused.

The gatekeeper shook his head, "Sigh, you wouldn't understand even if I told you, stupid dog..."

Du Ren Mei's expression was indeed very ugly, with the air of a storm coming. The servants along the way saw this and dodged far away, fearing they would touch his bad luck.

Du Ren Mei went straight to the Wutong Courtyard.

Old Madam Du was sunning herself and chatting with Suyin under the tree.

Seeing her son enter, she was a bit puzzled, "Why are you back so early today?"

"Mother, something big has happened!" Du Ren Mei wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at Suyin, and hesitated to speak.

Old Madam Du understood and turned to order, "Suyin, go to the small kitchen and see if the osmanthus porridge is ready. If it is, bring a bowl for Renmei."

Suyin responded and turned to go to the back, incidentally calling away the few maids and old women working nearby.

Only the mother and son were left in the courtyard.

"Speak, what big thing?" Old Madam Du asked with a frown.

Du Ren Mei hurriedly sat down on her right, his handsome face filled with panic, "Mother, it's Aman, something happened to her..."

He detailed the whole process of the matter.

After listening, Old Madam Du was also stunned.

If Yang Dian Feng had really committed such lewd acts against Aman to take revenge on Jiang Li, that was no small matter.

You must know that when the current Empress Dowager Guo was taken into the harem by the late Emperor, although she was not a virgin, she had only served one man, the Da Zhao Emperor.

And it was legitimate.

But if she had been insulted by another man, that was impurity. Such a "broken flower" or "wilted willow," no matter how beautiful, would at most be a plaything and couldn't stand on the stage of elegance.

Let alone being noble beyond words.

No, no, no, it wouldn't be. The people of the Heavenly Palace wouldn't calculate wrong; there must be some misunderstanding...

"Don't worry, there is no conclusion to this matter yet, it's just your guess," Old Madam Du quickly calmed down, "It won't be too late to wait until Li Xianling returns to the Ya Men tomorrow and clarifies things."

Du Ren Mei nodded helplessly, "That's all we can do."

Thinking about it, he lost heart again, "It's just that Aman seems to dislike me even more because of this. What should I do?"

If the father-daughter relationship remained so stiff, even if Aman became successful in the future, he, as a father, wouldn't be able to benefit from it.

Old Madam Du smiled and patted her son's hand comfortingly.

"What are you panicking about? You are her father. No matter whether she acknowledges you or not, the blood relationship cannot be cut."

"The higher one's position, the more concerns one has. When the hat of 'unfilial' is thrown down, she will have to accept it whether she wants to or not. If she dares to treat you badly, the spit of all the people in the world could drown her."

That's true. Throughout the dynasties, which relative of the empress didn't live a prosperous life? He had never heard of any empress or noble consort who didn't want their maiden family.

Thinking this way, Du Ren Mei's spine straightened immediately, and his heart settled down a lot.

"However..."

Old Madam Du changed the subject, "Good also has true good and false good, so the relationship with Aman still needs to be repaired as soon as possible."

"Then what should I do?" Du Ren Mei asked hurriedly.

Old Madam Du pondered for a moment and then gave a suggestion, "How about this: after that Yang Dian Feng is brought back, see how Li Xianling judges it. If it's just prison or exile, you find a way to kill him; if he is sentenced to be beheaded, then let him die miserably, preferably without a corpse."

"In this way, Aman will naturally know how much you, as a father, protect her."

Du Ren Mei hesitated, "This... is it good?"

It was too cruel.

Old Madam Du rolled her eyes at him, "You, you are just too kind-hearted, that's why you are still just a small eighth-rank assistant magistrate after all these years. The so-called 'those who achieve great things do not care about trifles'; if your heart isn't ruthless, your wishes won't be achieved. Womanly benevolence will only hold you back."

No one knows a son like his mother. Old Madam Du understood this son, so she didn't force him anymore.

"Alright, don't worry about this matter, leave it to Mother."

After the mother and son finished talking, Suyin brought the osmanthus porridge.

After drinking the porridge, thinking there were still things to deal with in the Ya Men, Du Ren Mei soon left the Wutong Courtyard.

Passing through the front courtyard, he happened to see Jiang Shi walking over with a man.

The man was about thirty years old, his appearance wasn't particularly outstanding, but he was very sturdy, tall, with a big nose, and his knuckles were black and long, carrying a sense of dullness amidst the roughness.