Report to the Marquis! The Madam went to the military camp to flirt with men again

Lin Zhuwei sighed and could only say, "This is not a question of trust or not, but some words may not be good for you or me."

"It's up to you! If you want to go to jail, go ahead!" Fu Junyan threw down these cold words and turned away.

Lin Zhuwei was taken away, and the Fu family was in an uproar. Old Mrs. Fu was so angry that she fell ill. Fu Junyan said he didn't care about her, but he secretly sent spies to get information.

Lin Zhu regretted the moment he went to jail!

I really want to slap myself twice! What kind of ability am I showing off! Although I am honest, this is my first time in prison.

Or it was an ancient prison like this, where there was no light at all and eating, drinking, defecating and urinating were all done in a narrow space.

Her legs went weak when she thought of the costume dramas she had seen on TV, in which the jailers were all ferocious, the prisons were damp and dark, and rats were running everywhere.

However, Fu Junyan had a conscience. As soon as she was brought in, he sent someone to deliver clean bedding.

Perhaps because of the Fu family, the jailer did not make things difficult for her.

But it is inevitable to encounter a few mice.

Therefore, the more Lin Zhuwei acted arrogantly the moment before, the more regretful he felt at this moment.

She forced herself to calm down and think carefully about the matter: Ever since she arranged a "honey trap" for Jiang Mu last time, she had never seen him again.

Logically, it was impossible for him to get her personal belongings.

So, her sachet fell into his hands, and was still held in his hand before she died. After thinking about it, there was only one possibility: she was framed!

Who was that? Who on earth could have such a deep hatred for her that he even wanted her to die?

Let’s talk about Fu Junyan again.

After Lin Zhuwei was imprisoned, he calmed down and his ideas soon coincided with Lin Zhuwei's.

No matter how impulsive or stupid she was, she would never let Jiang Mu get such an obvious handle.

Who killed Jiang Mu? Who targeted her and set up this trap to put her in jail?

It was not until two days later that the spy brought back a piece of news that made Fu Junyan fall into deep thought.

"Yan'er, what's going on? How could Yu Shaoruo kill someone?" Old Madam Fu was weak. What she was most worried about was that the reputation of the Fu family would be affected.

"Grandma, just rest and recover." Fu Junyan comforted her, "Shao Ruo will be back soon. She was framed."

"How did you know?" Mrs. Fu asked with a frown.

Fu Junyan came close to her and whispered something in her ear. Madam Fu's face looked a little serious, but soon she relaxed and said repeatedly, "It's good that you're okay. The reputation of my Fu family cannot be ruined because of this."

"Grandma, don't worry. I'm here for you." Fu Junyan helped her down to rest. "Rest assured, I'll go and take care of these things first."

"Okay, let's go."

Madam Fu waved her hand and told him to get busy, and Fu Junyan turned and left.

Two days after Lin Zhuwei entered prison, the jailer informed him that he could go back.

She walked out of the dark prison, half-closed her eyes and looked up at the dazzling sunlight, thinking that the person who framed her would have to pay the price.

"Young lady!"

Lin Zhuwei looked over and found that it was Wu Er. She was a little surprised: "Why are you here?"

"The young master asked me to pick you up. I have been waiting here for several hours."

Lin Zhuwei got on the carriage and asked, "Someone went to the mansion to report so soon?"

"Not yet. But the young master has been sending people to get information, so he knew at the first time that you were wrongly accused."

This guy really is a tough guy with a soft heart.

Lin Zhuwei smiled, and a warm feeling flowed through her heart.

When I returned to the Fu Mansion, I found that the mansion had already prepared all the things to "ward off evil spirits and eliminate filth."

Lin Zhuwei also followed suit and let Abu pat her body with pomelo leaves. She stepped over the fire basin, ate the buns that meant "safety", and then went back to her room to take a bath with mugwort leaves.

After all this trouble, it was actually quite tiring. But Lin Zhuwei was happy in his heart.

She couldn't help but think of the time before she traveled through time, when every Ghost Festival came, her parents would prepare all of this for her. It was the first time she felt like "home" in the Fu Mansion.

After washing up, they went out to the hall to have a meal together. Madam Fu even gave her a "big red envelope".

Inside the red cloth were copper coins strung together with a red rope. They were heavy and made Lin Zhuwei feel warm inside.

She suppressed the redness in her eyes and thought: No matter what the ending of her and Fu Junyan will be in the future, she will remember everything today deeply in her heart.

After dinner, Lin Zhuwei took the chessboard and went to Fu Junyan's room.

Fu Junyan said nothing, and the two of them fought quietly.

After the game was over, Lin Zhuwei lost a piece, then he threw down the black chess piece and asked, "What happened to Jiang Mu?"

"Didn't you notice that the Jiang family never came to look for you from beginning to end?"

Lin Zhuwei was stunned for a moment. Jiang Mu was the eldest son and grandson after all. No matter how useless he was, it would be a big deal if he was killed. The Jiang family should not have done nothing.

Unless the hidden truth is inhumane.

"How was the case concluded?"

"Jiang Mu died after he lost his footing after drinking and unfortunately hit a sharp rock by the river. He lost too much blood and drowned after losing consciousness."

It started with a bang and ended in secrecy.

Lin Zhuwei asked, "Is Jiang Mu's death related to the Jiang family?"

Fu Junyan smiled, appreciating her sharpness, and nodded, "My spies reported that Jiang Mu took advantage of his father's absence and raped his father's new concubine. He was caught in the act, and Jiang's father was so angry that he smashed him with a vase."

"He didn't die on the spot?"

"Not dead. He went out for a drink and died by the river on his way back. The fatal wound was the wound on his head."

Lin Zhuwei sneered. It was really karma. The rebellious son died at the hands of his equally philandering father. It was really retribution.

No wonder the Jiang family said nothing and quickly asked the government to close the case. If they really investigated, not only would the Jiang family's reputation be ruined, but Jiang's father would also have to pay for his murder.

"Then where is my sachet? How did it end up in his hand?"

Fu Junyan frowned and shook his head: "It's unknown yet. When did you lose it?"

Lin Zhuwei shook her head: "I don't know."

Fu Junyan hesitated for a moment and said, "I will let the spies continue to investigate."

"Ah."

"Where did you go when Jiang Mu got into trouble?" Fu Junyan looked at her with eyes as red as the sea.

Lin Zhuwei pursed her lips and looked at him. She knew in her heart that Fu Junyan must have had a grudge. But after thinking about it, she decided not to tell him about the Tiger Fang Gang.

If the conflict between the imperial court and the Tiger Tooth Gang comes to light one day, the Fu family, which has a close relationship with the imperial court, will inevitably stand on the side of the imperial court.

Most of the people in the Tiger Tooth Gang were just forced into this situation and did not do anything harmful, and she was unwilling to betray Gang Leader Hu.

Besides, if something really happened one day, it would be more acceptable to the court if the Fu family didn't know that she had a connection with the Tiger Tooth Gang.

Lin Zhuwei sighed: "Why do you have to force me? Don't worry, I haven't done anything to let the Fu family down."

"I forced you?" Fu Junyan's eyes darkened and his gaze became cold. These words pierced his heart like a sword.

"Whatever you want! Don't come to me again if you want to die!" After saying that, Fu Junyan turned away angrily.