Phoenix dwelling in Yanzhou

Early the next morning, a low-key carriage quietly left the inheritance, taking Yi Yan and Qian Ruxuan away.

And Jing Sheng and the others also left this border town in a carriage after lunch.

On the not-so-spacious official road, there was the sound of carriage wheels, Jingsheng opened the rear window of the carriage, looked at Jicheng which was getting further and further away, and could vaguely see white flags fluttering on the gate of the teahouse on the outskirts of the city.

Jing Sheng recalled that yesterday in Jicheng, she met an old woman who was crying sobbing. The old woman still had Qian Kuian's longevity rank at home.She is a miserable woman. She lost her husband in middle age, and lost her only son when she was old. Her daughter-in-law remarried, leaving only her and her young grandson in the family. Dividing up the family's land and property and driving their grandparents out of the house, it was Qingtian Master Qian, who did not hesitate to offend the local wealthy family, but also wanted to make decisions for their grandparents.

And such cases are common in Jicheng.

Qian Jianan is a good official, not afraid of power, and doing practical things for the people.

The white flags floating all over the city are the people here's most simple memory of Mr. Qian.

But...good people don't live long...

Thinking of the strange death of Mr. Qian, Jing Sheng felt panicked, closed the window and sat back in the carriage.

"What's the matter?" Seeing Jing Sheng's complexion was not good, Su Qian reached out to check the temperature on Jing Sheng's forehead, "Is there something uncomfortable? I'll ask the driver to slow down."

Su Qian thought that Jing Sheng was motion sick, but Jing Sheng shook her head, "No, I'm not sick."

"What's the matter? Are you in a bad mood?"

"That Mr. Qian..." Jing Sheng thought of the grief of those people in Jicheng when they mentioned Mr. Qian. "He must be a good officer."

"Uncle Qian is indeed a good official," Su Qian thought of the dignified gentleman in her memory, and sighed in her heart. "There is a folk saying that after three years of clearing the magistrate, one hundred thousand snowflakes of silver. Uncle Qian has been an official for many years, but look at the daughter of Uncle Qian. She is wearing half-worn old clothes that have been washed white. The most valuable thing is the plain silver flat hairpin. The two little girls are going to sue the imperial court, but they don't even have the money to go to the capital."

Su Qian asked his subordinates to investigate the years of Qian Juan, and found out that he had been a magistrate for three years in a small, barren and remote county. The poor life of the city people gradually improved.

After reading those files, Jing Sheng became even more depressed. "A good official who was honest and upright in his duties and loved by the people, just died for no reason, and died for no reason!"

Su Qian touched Jing Sheng's small head, calming her depressed mood, "I will investigate this matter."

In fact, Su Qian had already gone to Geshu and told her grandfather Su Taifu about Qian Jian'an.

"I don't know about those sisters..." Thinking of Yi Yan's cousins, who had to travel thousands of miles to Beijing to sue the imperial court, Jing Sheng couldn't help but sigh again.

"Don't worry," Su Qian hugged the little guy into her arms, "I sent someone to protect them secretly, and they will arrive in the capital safely."

"Then, can their imperial certificate be completed?"

"Yes, the people I sent will escort them to the Dengwen Drum, but..." Su Qian hesitated to speak.

"But what?"

"Dengwen's drum is easy to beat, but it's not easy to sue."