Afterwards, Ling Qingwan told Wei Xun about her plan to help Tan Wenshuang clear his name.
"I told you before that you can live more comfortably if you don't worry too much about other people's affairs. But you haven't changed at all and are still caring for others as before."
Wei Xun was helpless.
Ling Qingwan was always worried about her own affairs. She was one of the first to step in when things went wrong at the Ling Mansion and the General's Mansion. Now that her friends were in trouble, she had to help out as well.
Wei Xun was afraid that Ling Qingwan would be tired, and he felt sorry for her.
"I'm not doing this for others, I'm doing this for myself." Ling Qingwan explained.
She knew that Wei Xun would definitely scold her.
"You know that I hate Ling Chuchu. By clearing Tan Wenshuang's name, Ling Chuchu's title of the most talented woman in the capital will become a joke. Isn't this a good thing for me?" Ling Qingwan said with a smile.
"Are you really doing this for yourself?" Wei Xun and Ling Qingwan looked at each other.
Seeing Wei Xun's expression, Ling Qingwan knew that Wei Xun had guessed her thoughts.
"You have now overthrown Ling Chuchu and cleared Tan Wenshuang's name, but this only adds one more charge for her to be criticized for. It has no significant impact on you. You have never been a person who would take revenge for a slight."
How could Wei Xun not understand Ling Qingwan's personality
After all, she only helped because she had a good relationship with Zhang Shuying and sympathized with Qin Wenshuang.
"Then are you willing to help me?" Ling Qingwan lowered her head, pretending to be cautious, and her tone was even softer, with a hint of coquettishness.
Wei Xun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and his eyes became even more gentle.
"When have I ever refused to do something you asked me to do?"
"It's so kind of you!"
Ling Qingwan was happy and immediately threw herself into Wei Xun's arms while speaking.
Feeling that the person in his arms was very happy, Wei Xun couldn't help but feel a lot better.
The next day, Ling Qingwan and Ling Xiao had lunch together. Someone from the palace came and delivered a letter to Ling Qingwan.
Ling Qingwan couldn't wait to open the envelope, and when she saw what was inside, her eyes lit up.
"What is this?" Ling Xiao was curious.
"A letter signed by all the civil servants in the court."
Ling Qingwan waved the autograph form in front of Ling Xiao with a brilliant smile.
"What do you need a signature for?" Ling Xiao was still confused.
"Of course it has magical effects." Ling Qingwan's lips curled slightly.
While eating, she told Ling Xiao everything about Qin Wenshuang's experience.
"This Ling Chuchu!"
Ling Xiao was so angry after hearing this that he slammed the table.
He had always known that Ling Chuchu was ruthless, but in terms of her talent, Ling Xiao had never doubted her, and he didn't care.
Unexpectedly, Ling Chuchu's title of the most talented woman in the capital was also stolen, and she even killed a young man with great talent and ambition.
What Ling Chuchu did was not just stealing things, it was clearly harming people.
"So, I wanted to seek justice for the young master of the Qin family. This way, he can rest in peace in his nine springs." Ling Qingwan raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and spoke to Ling Xiao in a gentle voice.
"So when do you plan to implement the plan you just mentioned?" Ling Xiao became interested.
"Maybe the day after tomorrow." Ling Qingwan thought for a moment and estimated the time.
"Speaking of time, Hong Guang will be executed tomorrow, and there will surely be many people coming to watch the excitement. Do you want to go and take a look too?" Ling Xiao asked Ling Qingwan what she thought.
"Okay." Ling Qingwan nodded in agreement.
There was nothing to do anyway, so it was fine to go and see the excitement. Besides, Hong Guang's death was closely related to her.
At night, in the Ministry of Justice prison.
Hong Guang looked lonely and sat in the corner.
He knew that after tonight, he would be beheaded. Hong Guang had no chance of escaping and was filled with endless despair.
Suddenly, the door was opened.
The iron chains collided with each other, making a crisp sound. Hong Guang raised his head and the prison soldier came up to him with food in his hand and put it down.
Today's meal is much richer than the previous two days.
"Eat more and eat well so that you can go to the guillotine tomorrow." The prison soldier reminded casually, then turned around and left, locking the door.
Looking at the sumptuous meal in front of him, Hong Guang felt disheartened.
He has already eaten his last meal, so there is no chance of survival for him.
"Did you see that? Hong Guang looks very calm today. I remember he was still howling like a ghost yesterday, saying that he wanted to call Lord Sun to give him justice."
The two guards were whispering.
Hong Guang sat cross-legged on the ground eating, and the conversation between the two people floated into his ears.
"I guess it's because he was tired of shouting. He knew that even if he shouted himself hoarse, Lord Sun would not come."
"Do you still remember what happened with Lao Ba last month?" The prison soldier looked around and spoke to another in a low voice.
Old Eight
Hong Guang became interested and his chewing slowed down unconsciously.
"Old Eight is lucky. He was able to escape even in such a bad situation. If Hong Guang suddenly went crazy, I wouldn't be able to bear it."
"This Hong Guang is indeed very crazy, otherwise why would the adults ask us to take special care of him?"
…
Nightfall.
Seeing that the prison guard had fallen asleep, Hong Guang rustled up, walked to the door, took out a handful of chicken bones from his sleeve and threw them into the cell next door.
He had seen it when he came in. This was where the death row prisoners were kept. Many cells were empty, and the one closest to Hong Guang was the one next to him.
The person imprisoned inside was a middle-aged man, about the same age as him, who was said to have also killed someone. However, the difference between him and Hong Guang was that Hong Guang would be executed tomorrow, while the man would be executed after the autumn of next year.
"Who is it?"
The man was sleeping soundly when he was woken up by someone. He spoke in a very impatient tone.
"It's me." Hong Guang lowered his voice, fearing that he would wake up the guards. "I have a question for you."
The man was curious and moved to the front of the door, getting very close to Hong Guang.
"What's up?"
"What was that matter about Old Eight that the two prison guards were talking about during the day?" Hong Guang stuck his head out and asked in a low voice.
"Why are you asking this?" the man asked cautiously.
"I'm already in this state, what can I do?" Hong Guang curled his lips. "I just saw them whispering in the daytime, looking so mysterious, and I found it strange."
"Just for this? You're still awake in the middle of the night?" The man couldn't help but sneer.
Afterwards, he told Hong Guang about Lao Ba's affairs.
It turned out that a month ago, when a death row prisoner was being dragged out, he hijacked the prison guard who was escorting him away and forced Lord Sun to let him go. The prison guard who was being held hostage was called Lao Ba.
"You don't know what happened. The man got a knife from nowhere and put it against the prisoner's neck. The prisoner was almost dead."
The man shook his head repeatedly when he talked about this.
"Did he succeed?" Hong Guang couldn't wait to know the result.
"Success is bullshit." The man snorted coldly. "What is Jingzhao Yinfu? What is our place? There are so many death row prisoners. Can't the court send more people to guard it?"
When the man said this, Hong Guang understood.