Author: Seven-leaf Hibiscus

Song Tanxi was frightened and turned pale instantly.

Her lips trembled and she could no longer utter a word.

Only then did she realize how reckless she was.

These actions she did not only failed to avenge her father, but also accelerated his death.

Song Tanxi was desperate again, her eyes completely lost their luster.

Qing Hui sympathized with her situation. At this time, it was obvious that Song Tanxi had no need to lie. If what she said was true, then at least she was in a miserable state. Her father, who believed in worship, and his family were all imprisoned to await sentencing.

, she herself was abandoned by her husband, and was reduced from a daughter of a magistrate to a person worse than a beggar. She tried her best to avenge her father, but she had no way to seek help.

Quite miserable.

But she can be considered lucky.

Because there is indeed something fishy about this matter.

His Majesty said that drought is a natural disaster.

But some people are fishing in troubled waters.

After that Taoist priest Changming came, he didn't get a single drop of rain from his prayers, but instead the disaster got worse. It was possible that Taoist Changming was the fish she wanted to fish out.

Qing Hui stood up and said to Song Tanxi who seemed to have completely lost his life: "Get up and follow me to see your father. If he really has something hidden, maybe he can be saved from death. Even if not, you can be saved."

family."

"Really, really?" Song Tanxi saw Qing Hui standing up and hurriedly followed suit. However, at this time, she no longer dared to hope that she could save her father.

If her family can be saved as Qing Hui said, that should be the best outcome.

"It's hard to say. It's not been a day since King Chen and the others came here. If there is really something hidden, your father would have told it long ago. If he didn't tell it, others would. But no one has spoken so far. What does this mean? You can weigh it yourself.

"Qing Hui is a practical person.

Her purpose was to uncover the fish that took the opportunity to cause trouble. As for the crimes Magistrate Song committed, it had little to do with her.

Those who judge him should be the suffering people of Lingzhou City and the laws of Xiliang.

Song Tanxi's expression fell down again, but she was content to be able to see her family.

So he carefully followed Qing Hui all the way to the cell.

The smell of the cell was extremely unpleasant, exuding a nauseating stench.

She almost vomited before Qingxiang came close. She quickly took out a leaf and put it on her nose, and then recited a spell to make the leaf invisible.

When she smelled it, she had to spit it out.

Then he turned to look at the nervous Song Tanxi. I wonder if she was used to it, but she didn't react at all.

When the two entered the cell, the guard who was guarding him originally wanted to stop Qing Hui, but as soon as Qing Hui took out his waist card, they all knelt down and offered to help Qing Hui take the prisoner out.

"No, I'll go take a look first. You can follow me. You can mention whoever I ask you to mention." Qing Hui said.

The jailer quickly followed.

After walking around the cell, they arrived at the place where the Song family was imprisoned. Magistrate Song was not in the same cell as the rest of the Song family, and men and women were separated, so Qinghan and the others saw the female members of the Song family first.

The female relatives of several officials were imprisoned in one place, and Song Tanxi's younger brother was also imprisoned with them because he was underage.

This group of formerly glamorous ladies and gentlemen are no better than the refugees outside.

"Mother, mother, what's wrong with you?" When Song Tanxi saw her mother, she rushed over first.

Mother Song's numb eyes paused for a moment, as if a flame flickered slightly, then went out again, and she spoke with difficulty with her chapped lips,

"Xi'er, Xi'er, why are you here? Why are you like this? Did the Pei family do something to you?"

"Mom, I'm fine, I'm fine, how are you?" Song Tanxi grabbed the door of the cell and leaned over to grab her mother's hand.

Song's mother shook her head dejectedly and pushed the person she was holding in her arms out, "Xi'er, your brother is dying. You, take your place, take him out."

It's not about saving, it's about sending.
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