The whole family died tragically? The eldest daughter is the most powerful in the capital after her

Zhang Mo's lips trembled slightly. He took a deep breath, his heart in a mess.

These questions came without warning and caught him off guard.

Facing Gu Nanyuan's scrutiny, he involuntarily tightened his fingers, his eyes flickered, and then he forced himself to calm down. "I... Song Yuqing and I don't have any deep hatred. At most, we have some conflicts over this matter. She deliberately put all the responsibility on me, maybe to get herself out of it."

Gu Nanyuan's eyes flashed with a sneer, and his slender fingers tapped the table lightly, making a crisp sound, "You said she just wanted to push the responsibility to you? She clearly had the opportunity to bite other people, why did she bite you? Do you think she chose you by coincidence?"

Zhang Mo clenched his teeth and remained calm on the surface, but his heart was actually already in turmoil.

No matter how hard he tried to hide it, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes from time to time, "She...she might know about the relationship between Miss Lin Qi and me, and she just wanted to take the opportunity to drag me into it."

The chill in Gu Nanyuan's eyes became even stronger, and he waved his hand directly: "Where have you been recently? Where have you been every hour? Who have you talked to? What have you done? Tell me everything clearly without missing a word."

This time, the smile on Zhang Mo's face had completely disappeared, replaced by a deep sense of fatigue.

He lowered his head and forced himself to calm down, even though his heart was beating faster and there was a little cold sweat on his forehead.

"I...I went to the poetry meeting." Zhang Mo began to stammer, "I was chatting with some friends at the time, and had a few words with Lord Li and Mr. Zhou Er, discussing some things about poetry."

"I don't remember the specific details."

Gu Nanyuan's gaze became sharper, as if he wanted to see through Zhang Mo's heart.

"You can't remember clearly?" He sneered, "Do you really think I would believe these words? You can't remember clearly, is it because you don't want to say it, or because you didn't go to the poetry reading at all?"

Zhang Mo frowned. He could feel his throat becoming increasingly dry. His mouth opened slightly, but he couldn't say anything.

Every word Gu Nanyuan said was like a heavy hammer hitting his heart, making him want to retreat involuntarily.

"What do you remember?" Gu Nanyuan's voice became even deeper, without a trace of warmth in his eyes. "Are you intentionally hiding something?"

"I..." Zhang Mo suddenly felt dizzy, and his whole body seemed to be crushed and he couldn't breathe.

Tiredness surged in his heart. He lowered his head and said in a low voice, "I'm really tired, really, I...I'm getting a headache from thinking so much, can you let me rest for a while?"

Gu Nanyuan stared into Zhang Mo's eyes and was silent for a while. Finally, he put down the document in his hand and said in a cold voice, "Since you are tired, take a rest. When you have rested, continue to ask."

Zhang Mo breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his eyes, and was finally free.

When Gu Nanyuan was about to leave, Zhang Mo said, "I have another clue to provide."

Gu Nanyuan raised his eyebrows slightly, motioning him to continue. "Go ahead."

"About the merchant who bought fake jewelry." Zhang Mo raised his head slightly. "His name is Wang Quan. He was once a famous merchant in Beijing. Later, due to poor management, he was cheated of a lot of money by his mistress and gradually fell into poverty. Then, he started to embark on this path and do these fake goods business."

Gu Nanyuan frowned slightly and tapped the table with his fingers.

"Wang Quan?" He repeated the name in a low voice, then turned to Qingji and gave him an order, "Check Wang Quan's background, especially his connections, as soon as possible."

Song family.

When Mr. Song and Mrs. Song returned from Zhang's house, their minds were still full of discussions about Zhang Mo and Song Yuqing.

The two of them felt heavy in their hearts, and the moment they walked into the door, the butler hurriedly came to greet them.

"Master, Madam, the young master is back!" the butler said happily, and his facial expression showed that he was very excited.

Mrs. Song was stunned and almost subconsciously took a step forward, with a hint of eagerness and anticipation in her eyes.

"Zhennan is back? Take me to see him quickly!"

Mr. Song seemed a little calmer. He pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

With the housekeeper leading the way, they soon arrived at Song Zhennan's room.

When the door opened, Song Zhennan was seen sitting at the desk, wearing a blue robe and looking slightly pale.

He raised his head and saw his parents. A complex expression flashed across his face, but he quickly hid it.

Song Zhennan stood up, bowed slightly, and saluted his parents.

Mrs. Song's eyes suddenly became moist. She walked over a few steps, threw herself into Song Zhennan's arms, and said with a sob, "Zhennan, my heart is broken. How come you are so thin? You must have suffered... I feel so sorry for you..."

Her hand unconsciously touched Song Zhennan's face, venting all the worries and heartaches of the past few months.

Song Zhennan gently pushed his mother's hand away. Although he was sad, he knew that this was not the time to be vulnerable.

He forced himself to remain calm and comforted her, "Mom, don't worry, I'm fine. This little bit of suffering is nothing." He patted his mother's shoulder and comforted her softly.

However, Master Song stood aside, frowning. After a moment of silence, he asked, "Zhennan, what is the current situation? Do you think Yuqing can still be saved?"

Song Zhennan looked at his father and sighed.

The light behind him was a little dim, shining on his face, making him look more tired than usual.

"Father, things are much more complicated than we thought." He paused, his voice becoming deeper. "This matter involves the wife of the Marquis's Mansion and even alarmed the Emperor. I'm afraid that no matter how hard we try, it will be difficult to resolve it."

His eyes drooped slightly, and his tone was somewhat helpless, "Big sister must be punished. The worst result may even cost her life."

Mr. Song's expression changed slightly and he frowned tightly.

Mrs. Song couldn't control herself and sobbed softly, "Zhennan, Yuqing is your elder sister. What should we do with our daughter?"

Song Zhennan stood straight, his eyes full of reason. "It's not that there is no solution. The situation is like this now, so we can only try to lighten the punishment. We need to use our family's connections and bribe a few officials, and maybe we can get a lighter sentence."

He said in a deep voice, "If the punishment can be reduced, at least her life can be saved."

Hearing this, Mr. Song sighed and said, "That's the only way. There is no other way at the moment."

That evening, Gu Nanyuan returned home. The lights in the study were on and Lin Ruoxuan was sitting at the desk reading a book.

She turned around when she heard the voice and saw Gu Nanyuan standing at the door with a frown on his face. It was obvious that things today were not simple.

Gu Nanyuan walked into the house with fatigue in his eyes, but his cold temperament remained unchanged.

"How did you handle today's matter?" Lin Ruoxuan closed the book and her eyes fell directly on Gu Nanyuan.