After rebirth, she became the favorite of the powerful minister.

At the gate of Jingzhao Prefecture Prison.

"Young man, thank you for your help... I want to go in and visit an old friend. I just want to say a few words and then come out. Can you please give me some convenience?"

An elderly pair of hands trembled as they handed over a purse to the guard. The purse felt heavy in his hand and the guard smiled playfully. Without making a sound, he moved his palm and skillfully put the purse into his arms. Then he lifted the man's hood with his fingertips, revealing a face with an embarrassed smile underneath. The guard was slightly stunned, as he knew the man.

"Director Zhang?" After receiving the silver, the guard was very friendly, bowed his hands, and lowered his voice to flatter and get close to him, "Director Zhang wants to go in to visit an old friend, just say it directly, why are you so polite? I just don't know who is Director Zhang's old friend?" Although he said this, the money bag in his arms was stable, and he had no intention of taking it out. At this door, even if the princes and grandchildren came, if they wanted to "do a favor", they should give it some money.

Dean Zhang was obviously a little embarrassed. He looked around and then rubbed his hands and came over, whispering, "It was just delivered a while ago, Doctor Zhang."

"Doctor Zhang?" The guard seemed to be in a dilemma. After thinking for a while, he took out the purse from his arms and handed it back to Zhang Yuanshou. "Sir, it's not that I don't want to do this. It's really, really... Commander Song told us when he escorted him here that no one is allowed to visit him. He said he is an important criminal of the court! Sir, you should go back..."

Dean Zhang did not take the money bag. Instead, he took out a silver note from his bosom, pressed it under the money bag and pushed it back. "It's so cold today, I'd like to trouble you to treat everyone to something hot... I know everyone's difficulties, but this man is an old friend of mine. We had a deep friendship in the early years. Now he has fallen into this situation, I really can't bear it. I really just want to go in and say a few words... As for Commander Song, if you don't tell me, who would know that I went in to visit this old friend, don't you think so?"

There was a thin silver note under the purse, which was of considerable value and weight.

The guard seemed to be in a dilemma for a moment, but was finally persuaded by Dean Zhang. He gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! Just come out as soon as you finish your words, the commander has ordered no visitors, and even our Lord Yao dare not neglect it. If it is discovered that I let you in, not only will you lose this job, but even your life will be in danger."

"Yeah!" Dean Zhang nodded repeatedly and followed the guard into the prison.

There were wailing sounds coming from deep inside the prison, with terrifying tremors, echoing in the dim prison. It was the first time in Zhang Yuanshou's life that he had entered such a place, and his face turned pale. The guard was not surprised at all, and he comforted him while leading the way, "Don't worry, sir, he was only sent here for detention, and we won't torture him. We rarely torture people here on weekdays, and we only do so for those who are stubborn and unyielding... But the Imperial Prison is different. I don't know if he was tortured in the Imperial Prison before. The commander sent him here personally, and I only saw him from a distance at that time, so I couldn't see clearly."

Dean Zhang's heart began to rise and fall with these words. The wailing continued, and his fingertips under his sleeves trembled with each cry, "Isn't this... not here yet?"

"Quick! Quick!" The guard slowly stood still and pointed ahead, "Look, it's the third room over there. Sir, I'll wait here. I can't hear you here. Sir, if you have anything to say, please say it quickly. After you've finished speaking, leave quickly. This man is a wanted criminal. Sir Yao and Commander Song are watching him!"

Dean Zhang nodded and said hello, then turned around and thanked him, "Thank you very much, little brother."

After saying that, he walked towards the third cell. When he got closer, he saw a middle-aged man with dishevelled hair and a dirty face curled up on a haystack. His expression suddenly changed, and he called out in a trembling voice, "Shitou, Shitou..."

He lowered his voice and shook the iron railing vigorously. Doctor Zhang, who was called Stone, did not move. The man in the compartment roared, "What are you making noise for, you old bastard! If you make noise again, I will stab you to death through this door!"

Dean Zhang had lived for most of his life, but this was probably the first time he was threatened with such blunt, almost vulgar language. He was instantly speechless and could only lower his voice and continue to call out, "Shitou... Little Shitou?"

Doctor Zhang slowly raised his head. His weed-like hair covered half of his dirty face. He brushed his hair aside, revealing a pair of lifeless eyes as he looked outside. He moved his lips, made a sound silently, and then asked, "Why are you here?"

"I heard that you were brought here, so I came to see you." Dean Zhang leaned against the iron railing, his face seemed to be frozen white and blue by the winter railing, and his lips trembled as he spoke. "How are you? Have you been tortured? Did Song Wenyuan force you to confess? Since you fell into his hands, why were you sent here? Did you confess anything?"

Doctor Zhang's eyes dimmed little by little. He propped his hands on the straw pile, and the straw stalks pressed against his palms, which was slightly painful. He lowered his head and suddenly smiled, "I thought you came to visit me... If you are worried about what I confessed, you shouldn't come to a place like this. Just pretend that I don't exist, and that there is no relationship between you and me. You are the head of the high and mighty Imperial Hospital, and I am just an unknown doctor in the deep alley - hasn't it always been like this between us?"

Dean Zhang frowned slightly, "Stone..."

"Don't call me Stone!" The man suddenly looked up. On his dirty face, only his eyes were filled with anger, which seemed particularly bright in this dark and cramped place. He grabbed the straw stalks under him and stared at Dean Zhang. "Since you have abandoned my mother and me and kicked me out, why do you have to come to visit us at this time in a hypocritical manner? Master Zhang, aren't you afraid that an unfilial son like me will bring shame to the entire Zhang family?"

Dean Zhang raised his head slightly, closed his eyes, and slowly lowered his hand that was holding the railing. After a while, he sighed deeply, "Things back then were complicated. You were still young at that time and didn't understand..."

"Pah, pah!"

Applause came from behind, followed by the sound of footsteps and a familiar voice, "They say it's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early. I happened to arrive today and heard such a great show. Doctor Zhang, Dean Zhang... I didn't expect that Doctor Zhang in this small clinic in the alley was from the Zhang family, a family of imperial physicians. I underestimated Doctor Zhang. I was wondering, where did Doctor Zhang get so much money? It turns out that he collected herbs for Lord Zhang? Don't you think so, Lord Yao?"

Zhang Yuanshou, who had his back to the voice, felt a chill from head to toe.

This is a trap.

Transferring the person from the Imperial Prison to Jingzhao Prefecture was a trap set for him - Dean Zhang realized it belatedly.