For the next few days, Qiu Chuxing was imprisoned in a woodshed in his own prefectural government office. There was nothing in it except a pile of firewood and pine needles for kindling. It was so dark that even light seemed too lazy to penetrate. Qiu Chuxing was thrown into the woodshed and could only sleep on the pine needles. He was often woken up by the noise. After a few days of this, he felt like he had a serious illness. He was tired and exhausted, and his mind gradually became confused. He couldn't even remember the days clearly.
He originally thought that Song Che and his son would definitely torture him to force a confession from him, and to force out all the things that happened back then, as well as things that happened during his tenure in Fujian over the years. However, Song Che and his son did not seem to be in the least bit of a hurry. Not only did they not ask any questions, they also simply threw him into the woodshed. He didn't know how many days had passed, but they had never come once. Even the people who delivered meals just put down their bowls outside the door and left without collecting them. The stench from the remaining empty bowls made him cry and start to vomit at first, but after a few days, he no longer had any reaction.
He had been racking his brains to think about how to deal with the questioning from Song Che and the others, but Song Che and the others seemed to want to leave him alone indefinitely, and he felt a sense of panic in his heart.
Did they find something in the study
Although he was usually very careful and kept everything well, who could be absolutely sure? Did he leave some clues that Song Che and the others found
Or did Song Che not come to interrogate him, but instead went to interrogate his wife and children
If so, would his wife say something she shouldn't
Qiu Chuxing's emotions were in turmoil. He was worried, frightened and anxious, and he was extremely anxious.
After being locked up for a few more days, he began to feel that the days were long and he refused to eat. But even so, no one came to see him except the people who brought him meals.
They really don't care whether he lives or dies!
Qiu Chuxing was frightened. He clung to the dim window of the woodshed and yelled hysterically, "Let me out! I have something to say to Song Che! I want to get out!"
Half an hour later, Song Che didn't come, but Song Xiangyu did. He covered his nose from a distance and looked at Qiu Chuxing with disdain: "Master Qiu, what's wrong? Aren't you living well? Why do you want to see us?"
Qiu Chuxing found it a bit ridiculous. It was obvious that Song Che and the others should have tried every means to get something out of his mouth, but now he couldn't bear it anymore.
He stretched out his two skeleton-like hands towards Song Xiangyu: "I... I can tell you what happened back then..."
His lips were so dry that they were peeling. As he spoke, a few drops of blood came out. He crawled forward for a while, staring at Song Xiangyu with his eyes, and repeated again: "As long as you save my life and let me go, I will tell you what happened in the past!"
Unlike the scene he imagined, Song Xiangyu was not ecstatic, and there was not even a trace of expression on his face. He just stared at him coldly and asked sarcastically: "Do you really think we care?"
What
Qiu Chuxing was a little confused, but when he saw the sneer and ridicule on Song Xiangyu's face, he suddenly realized - yes, it was what he could explain and what he knew, didn't Mr. Bai Qi know it
Therefore, Song Che and his son did not use tactics to make him surrender and speak on his own initiative.
They really didn't need him to speak.
Qiu Chuxing struggled and threw himself forward, right in front of Song Xiangyu. At this moment, he no longer cared about his dignity, nor about his previous calculations and concerns. He just begged for mercy with trembling lips: "No, no, no, I know a lot more, I know a lot of secrets, Prince, Prince, please save me..."
Song Xiangyu kicked him away, squatted down and looked him in the eye: "Have you forgotten? I am no longer the son of Guangping Marquis."
Qiu Chuxing's mind was confused for a moment, and then he reacted.
Yes, Song Xiangyu’s eldest son poisoned his younger son, and this incident caused a big uproar. To be honest, this incident was done by people from the Chengguo Mansion, and they had watched the excitement for quite a while.
From then on, Song Xiangyu beat up Duke Chengguo, and he was no longer the crown prince, and was sent back to his hometown to reflect.
Many thoughts were flooding his mind, and his head was splitting with headache. He had no choice but to beg and cry to Song Xiangyu, "Sir, what do you need me for? I can help you a lot..."
It really can help a lot.
He knew best what would happen to a person when he had no value, and he would never let himself be bullied by others.
Song Xiangyu didn't say anything. He looked at him solemnly for a while, then suddenly asked, "Did you have the same expression when you first proposed and pushed for Chen Chong's daughter to be sent to Shen Hai?"
Speaking of this, Qiu Chuxing's eyes suddenly widened.
He finally understood why Song Che and his son had such an attitude and why they came from the capital.
They really didn't come here to investigate the cause of death of the former crown prince. After the successive incidents of Xu Shun and Qi Yunxi, plus the current Bai Qiye, they had already pieced together the truth of the matter. Their real purpose in coming here was Shen Hai.
Qiu Chuxing was struck by lightning, his face turned pale and he took a few steps back.
Being a worthless person means death, but collaborating with the enemy and selling out one's country means not only death but also the crime of genocide.
No, he had already done countless wrong things that were worthy of extermination of his clan.
However, he always felt that it would be difficult to discover all this.
After all, they have survived the past decade without any major incidents.
When this day really came, Qiu Chuxing felt afraid.
Song Xiangyu looked him up and down and snorted, "Master Qiu, if you have nothing else to say, then I won't accompany you anymore."
Qiu Chuxing stretched out his hand to try to stop him, but his hand froze in mid-air. He pursed his lips and couldn't utter a word.
Song Xiangyu ignored him and turned around and walked away.
When he returned to the signing room, Song Che was still busy. He walked in and called out "Father".
Song Che turned around, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is he going to speak?"
"What do you mean?" Song Xiangyu thought of Qiu Chuxing, with a bit of disdain on his face: "They are afraid of death, but they are still hiding it. They are very cunning and want to throw out some insignificant things to fool us. These people are so bold that they dare to kidnap the daughter of an official appointed by the court and give her to pirates. Don't believe a word they say."
Song Che raised his eyelids and waved to Song Xiangyu with a bit of excitement on his face: "Come and take a look at these things."
Song Xiangyu hurriedly walked towards him and pointed to him: "Qiu Chuxing's private accounts in the back house are not right."