On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Beibei went out and ran to the governor's mansion. This time he didn't go through the front door, but knocked on the back door a few times.

Governor Cao returned home from Wu's house and wanted to catch up on some sleep, but he couldn't fall asleep, so he got up and went to the study to look up the information he had found.

While I was busy, someone came to report that Beibei had arrived.

Governor Cao met with the emperor in his study and did not allow anyone else to listen in the room.

Soon, Beibei came out of the house and went to the cell to see the prison bosses.

At the same time, Governor Cao sent a yamen runner to Wu's mansion.

Old Master Wu has woken up, but no one pampers him anymore. He walks around the house. The bodies of the servants are gone, but many traces are still there. He goes to his third son's yard, and sure enough, it's empty, nothing is there.

Old Master Wu held his chest and gasped. Could it be that this rebellious son really did such a bad thing?

Otherwise, why would they sell out all the stuff in the yard?

He wanted to go and see his son's body, but he didn't dare to because he heard from Governor Cao that the head was gone and he couldn't see it, so it was better not to look.

He went to his wife's yard again, but it was also empty. He was so angry at this old woman. He usually told her not to be so foolish and not to spoil the third son too much. But this time, she was out of control. Not only did she have contact with the Princess of Yongchang County, but she also spoiled the third son into that kind of person!

Old Master Wu felt pained, angry and furious.

What to do now?

Just as he was daydreaming, a bailiff came to find him.

"Old Master, my master said that before, Madam Wu sent people to cause trouble everywhere, and some of them were locked up in the prison. If you want these people to obey you, the master will make it convenient for you. Just sign the document and you can be released."

When Old Master Wu heard this, he was surprised to see that there were still people alive.

He took the document and read it, and saw that it was indeed written like this. He wanted to know what had happened at home during this period, but he couldn't just rely on what others said. Although they were servants, they were still his own family after all.

So, he didn't think about it and signed it directly.

The bailiff took back the document and nodded, saying, "Okay, then you wait, I'll release the person in a moment."

Old Master Wu was in a mixed mood, and he couldn't tell what he was feeling, so he walked around the mansion.

In just over half an hour, seven or eight servants came in from outside, found him in the garden, knelt down and cried.

Old Master Wu looked carefully and found that there were a few people whose names he could not remember. They were servants who did menial tasks and were not there to serve.

"Master, Master!" Someone cried and crawled forward from behind on his knees.

He knew this person, a second-class butler named Wu Ren.

Finally, there was someone who could talk. The old man grabbed him by the collar and said, "Tell me, what happened? How did you end up in jail?"

Wu Ren cried and said, "It's... it's the old lady. In order to vent the anger of Princess Yongchang, she asked us to go to the storytelling place to cause trouble. Oh, by the way, the storytelling place is the business of the younger brother of the Prince of Zhennan. He now runs a bookstore and sells the four treasures of the study and other things."

"The old lady said that scholars are easy to bully. We have been watching him for a few days. The second son of the Huo family is just a scholar. Indeed..."

When the old man heard this, he was furious: "Why are you getting angry at Princess Yongchang for no reason?"

"The old lady said that Princess Yongchang seemed to have some grudge against the mother of Prince Zhennan. I don't know the details, but it's just to cause trouble."

"But we didn't know that there were people guarding the place, and someone quickly reported us to the police, and we were caught red-handed, and then... we were detained."

The others all cried and said yes, no one objected, so it seemed to be true.

Old Master Wu cursed in his heart, thinking that he could have lived a good life at home, but he had to meddle in other people's troubles. Why was he making others angry?

He looked down and saw Wu Ren's eyes flickering. He slapped him in the face and said, "What else do you want to say? Tell me!"

"The old lady also said..." Wu Ren sobbed, "She said that the little money you earn in the academy is not enough for the mansion, so we have to think of a way. The Princess of Yongchang seems to have some money and power. Although she is a distant relative, if we can get in touch with her, the Xing Mansion will give us some benefits..."

Old Master Wu's face was burning with panic. He had indeed been blamed before, but of course no one had said it so explicitly. It was just hints and reminders, asking him to find some other way to make a living and use his reputation to make some money.

He didn't take it to heart. He never thought that this old woman would do such a thing without telling him. It's really...!

No wonder people say that marrying an unvirtuous wife will bring misfortune to your family.

Isn't this a sudden disaster now?

Old Master Wu did not ask any more questions. If he continued asking, it might only make him more embarrassed. He waved his hand and asked the others to leave.

Wu Ren and the others walked out of the garden, let out a sigh, looked at each other, and pursed their lips in silence.

How were they released? They dare not forget.

I silently touched my stomach with both hands, and the burning sensation seemed to still be there.

Some people robbed the prison, some were killed, like the head butler who was hacked to death with a knife. They were so scared that they almost collapsed to the ground.

But they were just small fry and hadn't done anything particularly evil. They were just fed poison and taught some words.

Just what they said to Old Master Wu just now.

In fact, it was all true. They did go to the storytelling hall to cause trouble. The only difference was that they went there to cause trouble because the storytelling started with the storytelling.

But there was no mention of storytelling in what I said just now.

This is not... a lie, right? It's just that I didn't tell the whole story.

They couldn't care less about that. The Wu family was finished and they couldn't stay for long. If they didn't have to go back and say all these things, they wouldn't want to go back.

It's so scary to wipe out the whole family.

Who would have thought that he would escape danger in jail.

Old Master Wu was angry, but he didn't know who to vent his anger on. Just as he was sulking, he heard footsteps outside, and it seemed that quite a few people came over.

Just after passing the Moon Gate, someone shouted, "Old Wu, come here!"

Old Master Wu suddenly became furious. He hadn't heard of such a name in many years.

He sneered: "Who are you? How dare you address me like this?"

The visitor snorted and laughed: "If not this, what else should I call you? You are a commoner, and your son stole military rations and sold them for gambling money. Do you still want others to respect you?"

Only then did Old Master Wu narrow his eyes and take a closer look, and saw that the man looked aggressive and was wearing a military uniform.

He felt a little nervous, and his tone softened a lot: "Who are you?"

"We are the guards at the granary. Your son was caught stealing grain. We have given you enough face to let him raise money to pay for the grain. Now the deadline has expired, so we are here to collect the money."

Old Master Wu's eyes went dark: "I don't have any money."

"We don't care whether you have money or not. We have given you a chance and time. Your whole family has promised you that. Now you say you have no money. What do you say you should do?"

The old man of the Wu family stepped forward and the man handed over a piece of paper: "Look, this is the document written by your son with his own handprint."

He took it and glanced at it. He recognized every word, but each word seemed to be flying in front of his eyes and he had no way of understanding it.

He is not at home on weekdays, and they have ruined the house like this?