The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

Chapter 948: Bright Future as Shield

Song Yuan knew for a long time that if this matter were to spread, his wife would surely die.

He was a civil servant, but he raised a long knife and stabbed Song Dong and Song Zhuang.

Blood spattered all over him.

His eyes were red, like a wild animal.

Song Yuanjiu finally compromised, joined the Queen Mother's camp, and accepted 100,000 taels of silver.

A small portion of the silver was given by the Queen Mother, and the remaining large portion was actually given by Jiang Zhongxin.

Jiang Zhongxin felt a little guilty about forcing his brother to do so, but not much.

He dug a gold mine and became very rich. Of course, he wanted to keep Song Yuanjiu in his hands, so he spent lavishly.

"I felt relieved only after Yuanjiu received the silver, and so did the Queen Mother. I am a nail that the Queen Mother has driven outside, and Yuanjiu is a nail that the Queen Mother has driven into the capital."

These two nails may play a big role in the future, and the Queen Mother attaches great importance to them.

The more important it is, the more we cannot easily move against it, so as not to let Emperor Mingde notice it.

This gave Song Yuanjiu a chance to catch his breath. He secretly advised Jiang Zhongxin that Emperor Mingde had a better chance of winning.

Jiang Zhongxin listened to Song Yuanjiu's words and ended up not working for the Queen Mother.

"I saved my life thanks to Yuanjiu," Jiang Zhongxin said. "Once, the Queen Mother wanted Yuanjiu to give Emperor Mingde a drug so that he could get close to him. Yuanjiu agreed, but the next day he fell from the altar and broke his leg."

I heard that he had an argument with his colleagues and was pushed off the platform in the hustle and bustle.

The imperial physician diagnosed that Lord Song could not get out of bed for half a year, otherwise he would develop a chronic illness.

The Queen Mother was angry that he did not fight back, but there was nothing she could do.

Lord Song escaped the disaster by hiding from the emperor Mingde himself. Only Jiang Zhongxin knew that the usually gentle Lord Song must have deliberately angered his colleagues to have the opportunity to break his leg.

But by then, he had already decided to side with Emperor Mingde and would not give advice to the Empress Dowager's people.

In order to become more closely bound to Song Yuanjiu, Jiang Zhongxin continued to send him silver.

Every payment of silver was recorded, and the total on the books was exactly 377,600 taels.

He naturally had his own thoughts. If something happened to him, Song Yuanjiu would not be able to escape unscathed.

Song Yuanjiu will definitely find a way to help him get rid of the crime.

But no one expected that the account books would be exposed and Song Yuanjiu would be thrown into jail so quickly.

"Are Song Zhuang and Song Dong really dead?" Shi Anxia asked, "I'm afraid you won't let these two people die so easily."

She knew people like Jiang Zhongxin too well.

How could he easily give up such a useful handle?

Jiang Zhongxin tilted his head, his eyes drooped, and he was dying. "He's locked up in the dungeon."

This is the weapon that will keep Song Yuanjiu in his hand forever, and he will not destroy it easily.

Shi Anxia walked out of the prison with a heavy heart.

After understanding the whole story, she sympathized with Lord Song, but the law was hard to break.

Fortunately, even though Lord Song joined the Queen Mother's camp, he did not do anything substantially harmful to the world.

The group of "Banxia" girls were not handled by Lord Song. They were people planted by Jiang Zhongxin next to Lord Song, and secretly transferred to Lingzhou under his name.

The next day, an express letter from Lingzhou arrived directly in the capital.

After attending the funeral of his son-in-law, Emperor Zhaowu claimed to be ill and took leave of absence from court. All government affairs were handled by the retired emperor.

He secretly led his men to Lingzhou as quickly as possible.

When Xiao Yunde unfolded An Xia's letter, his eyes slowly swept across the paper. The letter stated that Liu Ruixiang, the deputy minister of Zongzheng Temple, was an accomplice of Jiang Zhongxin, and the evidence was irrefutable, so he could be arrested immediately.

But what really made Emperor Mingde relax his brows was the content of the second half - your son is willing to exchange the golden medal of immunity from death for Song Yuanjiu's life.

He was silent for a long time, and finally picked up the pen and wrote the word "Yun".

But until he put down the imperial cinnabar pen, Xiao Yunde still couldn't figure it out - why would the top scholar, who had been pinned with flowers by him personally at the Qionglin Banquet, degenerate himself and get involved with stolen money?

In the end, Song Yuanjiu refused to reveal the truth.

The death penalty can be avoided, but the punishment of life cannot be escaped. Song Yuanjiu was exiled to Tiema City to serve.

Song's mother cried out in despair and rolled on the ground.

The money is gone, and although her son is still alive, he has also lost his official position. How can she live?

She went crazy, rushed into her daughter-in-law's room, grabbed her hair and slammed her against the bed rails, "You jinx! It's all because of you that my son is unlucky!"

Song's mother was used to beating and scolding her son, and she had no idea that it was precisely because of her daughter-in-law's matter that her son was forced into a coercion.

Normally, her son always protects his daughter-in-law, so she is hesitant to take action.

Now that her son was not around, she could no longer bear it and took out all her anger on her daughter-in-law.

Mrs. Song was suddenly struck by lightning amid her mother-in-law's angry scolding - she understood the reason why her husband accepted bribes.

Someone must have threatened her husband with her past experience! The gentle and kind top scholar actually accepted the money in order to protect her reputation.

"I want to go to the prison and find out what's going on!" Mrs. Song struggled to get up, but her mother-in-law grabbed her hair even more fiercely.

The old lady's skinny fingers clasped her scalp tightly like an iron clamp, "Bitch! How dare you talk back!"

During this struggle, two figures rushed into the house like a gust of wind.

The eldest son, Song Shenzhi, stepped forward to block his mother, and the second son, Song Xizhi, pushed his grandmother in desperation.

"Don't bully our mother!" the two brothers said in unison, their childish faces full of anger.

Mother Song staggered back, and the back of her head hit the corner of the table with a bang.

The old lady felt dizzy, but she still managed to curse, "You little whore, you've made my two grandsons alienate me. My son... my son! When you were not around, your wife and your son bullied you!"

She loves her grandson and never scolds him, only her daughter-in-law.

She cursed for half the afternoon. At dusk, the old lady stopped cursing abruptly. She suddenly widened her eyes and fell backwards.

There was a black blood scab in the bun on the back of her head.

The house was ransacked, the maids and servants all left, and no one noticed anything unusual about the old lady.

At that time, Mrs. Song went to the prison to visit her husband with a food box. She had no money left, so she took off the bracelet on her hand and stuffed it into the jailer's hand.

The jailer was so frightened that he almost lost his soul. "Mrs. Song, if you want to go in and take a look, just go in and take a look. Don't hurt me..."

Don’t you have any idea why your husband was put in jail?

You are at the center of this storm. You don't want your life, but I do.

Mrs. Song didn't expect that she could step into the Sky Prison so easily. The damp and musty smell hit her in the face.

She staggered half a step and finally saw the thin figure through the thick wooden fence.

Before saying anything, tears flowed first.

Eyes facing each other.

It was as if I saw the year when the apricot blossoms were in the rain again. The scholar in green clothes held half a hard steamed bun, smiled gently at her, and put the bun to her mouth, "Han'er, take a bite first."

The girl in the coarse linen clothes blushed and shook her head, "I've eaten, you eat."

She hadn't eaten and was still hungry.

He knew she had never eaten, she was so thin.

He worked harder than others, vowing to pass the imperial examinations and earn a lot of money so that he could buy lots of white flour buns for her to eat and make her plump and white.

"Husband..." A sob escaped her throat.

She married him despite her disability and became pregnant before she even got married.

But he treated her the same way.

With a bright future as a shield and a head as a bond, the dirty wind and rain of this world will never touch her clothes again.