The dungeon was dark and dim, and faint chirping could be heard in the corner.
The Minister of Justice was still lying on the ground, looking extremely miserable and covered in blood.
Without a tongue, he couldn't even speak and could only live like a pig or a dog.
The people in the Imperial Prison have always been arrogant and incompetent, and the Minister of Justice was put in here because he offended Yue Xu. Which one of them would be kind to him
Tortured to extract confessions and forced signatures.
Finally, he was thrown into a cell, waiting to be executed in the autumn.
Wu Si was carrying a box of brocade, cursing all the way. When he passed by the Minister of Justice, he even spat twice, "What an unlucky thing."
Turning towards He Ming, his face was full of servility and flattery.
There was a reason why Song Hanyuan used money to bribe Wu Si before.
This man is greedy for money. As long as he is given enough money, anything can be done perfectly.
He Ming's cell was cleaned by Wu Si himself. Although it was simple, there was no dirt in it.
The moonlight streamed through the square window and fell on He Ming's eyebrows. His clear eyes were calm.
Wu Si was filled with admiration and his desire to curry favor with him became even stronger.
Wu Si rubbed his hands and smiled as he caught a glimpse of the untouched food boxes and wine on the ground.
"Lord He doesn't like this food and wine. I will have someone prepare it better tomorrow. Lord He, please make do with it for now."
After saying this, he ordered someone to open the door, carefully picked up the savings box, and jumped to He Ming's side.
"This is what Madam He Shao just sent over. Sir He, would you like to try it?"
He Ming raised his calm eyes slightly, and a chill flashed in his eyes: "The letter I sent to the Song Mansion earlier..."
Wu Si brushed away the dust on the table, picked up the clean food and sat down.
"I sent it a long time ago. I didn't trust others to do it, so I sent it myself."
He Ming frowned: "Then this savings box..."
The style of the gift box is indeed from the Song Mansion. When the lid is opened, there are the pastries that I used to love to eat at home.
He Ming lowered his eyes and glanced at the lotus cake. He picked up a piece and took a bite of it.
The sweetness spread between his lips and teeth. He Ming loved sweet food, so the pastries sent to his counter in the past were always added with three extra spoons of honey.
Wu Si smiled and complimented: "Young Madam also said that Lord He loves tea, so she asked me to make some good tea."
I'm still in the imperial prison now, so naturally there's no tea stove.
The West Lake Longjing tea has been kept in the teapot for a long time. No matter how good the tea is, it cannot withstand such a tossing.
The tea tasted bitter, but He Ming remained calm and drank it all in one gulp.
He whispered, "What time is it?"
Wu Si said respectfully: "It's one o'clock in the morning."
He Ming nodded and finished the lotus cake on the white sardonyx plate without saying another word.
Literati and scholars have always been noble and aloof. Wu Siji was very perceptive. After He Ming finished his meal, he happily walked out with the food box in his hand.
The imperial prison was silent and cold at night, with the only sound being the painful groan of the Minister of Justice.
The family of the Minister of Justice suffered a disaster. In the past, He Ming had been a person who would never let go of anyone even if he was right. In the past two days, he had gradually learned from the jailers about the miserable situation of the minister's family, including women, children and the elderly.
Shen Yan has never been a kind-hearted person, so naturally that family did not suffer at all.
Only a corner of the moonlight could be seen through the window. He Ming pursed his lips, and a rare smile appeared between his brows.