Daming: The system rejected my request for salted fish

Chapter 1388

Based on Mao Xiang's understanding of Zhu Yuanzhang, even if Mai Zhide confessed voluntarily, he might not survive.

Not to mention that he was forced to confess under duress, so it can hardly be considered as redeeming himself.

At least for Zhu Yuanzhang, it was impossible to acknowledge this method of redeeming oneself through meritorious service.

Mao Xiang, of course, would not risk offending Zhu Yuanzhang for this, and would not even utter a word of pleading.

He's just giving a perfunctory answer now; once Mai Zhide reveals everything, his life or death will be up to fate.

However, Mao Xiang did not expect that his casual words would not gain Mai Zhide's trust.

After Mao Xiang finished speaking, Mai Zhide shook his head decisively, then slowly said:

"Commander Mao, it's not that I don't trust you, but your words don't seem to carry much weight with His Majesty!"

Upon hearing Mai Zhide's words, Mao Xiang felt extremely uncomfortable, but he had to admit that it was the truth.

Although the Embroidered Uniform Guard was the emperor's personal army, Mao Xiang was more of a very useful weapon for Zhu Yuanzhang.

His importance was not even comparable to that of the ministers of the Six Ministries, after all, the sword is a tool, while the ministers are the cornerstone of the country.

So although Mai Zhide's words were unpleasant, Mao Xiang had no way to refute them and could only watch him silently.

For a moment, both of them fell silent, and the prison became eerily quiet. After a while, Mao Xiang spoke first.

"How are you doing?"

Mai Zhide must have already thought of a solution. After Mao Xiang finished speaking, he pondered for a moment before saying:

"Isn't the Duke of Zhenguo also in the imperial prison? I believe in the Duke of Zhenguo's promise; his words carry more weight in His Majesty's heart."

"If it is Zhenguo who speaks out, then I believe His Majesty will give me a chance to redeem myself through meritorious service. What do you think, Commander Mao?"

Upon hearing this, Mao Xiang understood that Mai Zhide had this idea in mind: he wanted Wei Wu to plead for him.

Although somewhat insulted, Mao Xiang had to admit that Mai Zhide was shrewd and that Wei Wu was indeed a way out.

As long as Wei Wu is willing to plead on Mao Xiang's behalf, Mao Xiang knows without a doubt that the emperor will grant him this favor.

In Mao Xiang's view, no one understood better than him the weight Wei Wu held in Zhu Yuanzhang's heart; it was an unparalleled position.

However, Mao Xiang could not make this decision on his own; whether Wei Wu agreed to give this promise was up to Wei Wu himself.

Fortunately, Mao Xiang's walkie-talkie was always on, and Wei Wu could clearly hear what Mai Zhide was saying.

Now we just need to wait a little while and see what Wei Wu decides.

Therefore, Mao Xiang did not directly refuse Mai Zhide, but instead put on a hesitant and thoughtful expression.

Just as Mao Xiang was putting on an act, Wei Wu's voice finally came through the earphone, consisting of only three simple words.

"Promise him!"

Having received Wei Wu's response, Mao Xiang knew what to do, so he pretended to be in a difficult position.

He hesitated for a long time in front of Mai Zhide before slowly speaking:

"Although the Duke of Zhenguo is in prison, I cannot guarantee that he will agree to your request, but I can give you a chance."

"Whether you can persuade the Duke of Zhenguo to plead for you depends on your own abilities and fate."

What Mai Zhide feared most was that Mao Xiang would not be willing to help, and now that he heard Mao Xiang had relented, he breathed a sigh of relief.

As for whether Wei Wu would agree, he himself was not sure, but at least there was a chance to try.

So after Mao Xiang agreed, Mai Zhide immediately responded.

"I believe the Zhenguo Guild will agree, after all, I can prove that he has nothing to do with the money shop and help him get out of prison!"

Mao Xiang was unconvinced by Mai Zhide's words. What a joke! Did Wei Wu need your help to get away with his crime?

They live a more comfortable life in the imperial prison than you do outside. The emperor treats Wei Wu like a precious treasure.

However, he kept these thoughts to himself; outwardly, Mao Xiang showed no emotion, simply stating in a calm tone:

"Whether you believe it or not is up to you. Come on! I'll take you to see the Duke of Zhenguo!"

After saying that, Mao Xiang didn't say anything more to Mai Zhide. He turned around and walked towards the prison gate, and Mai Zhide immediately followed.

Led by Mao Xiang, the two quickly arrived at Wei Wu's cell, pushed open the cell door, and went inside.

The moment Mai Zhide entered the cell, he was stunned, with only one thought in his mind: how could the difference between people be so great?

The cell he had just been in wasn't particularly bad, but compared to Wei Wu's, it was practically a pigsty.

There are beds, tables and chairs, and even wardrobes here. Is this really a prison cell?

Moreover, there was unfinished food on the table in the middle of the cell, and the air was filled with a rich aroma.

Wei Wu, the protagonist, was resting on a recliner, looking extremely relaxed.

Actually, Wei Wu had put away all the hot pot and other things, but he brought them out again after hearing what Mai Zhide said.

The goal was simple: to show Mai Zhide how well he was being treated, thus making him more confident in the weight of his words before the emperor.

If there hadn't been too little time to reheat the hot pot, Wei Wu would already be sitting at the table eating a late-night snack.

Unlike now, where people deliberately recline in a chair and pretend to be asleep in order to appear completely detached.

On the other side, Mao Xiang saw Mai Zhide standing at the gate in a daze, and he understood the reason. He immediately spoke up:

"Stop daydreaming. The lowest-ranking person to be in this cell is a Duke. Do you think you're qualified?"

Mai Zhide wasn't stupid either. After all, he had been in officialdom for so many years, and he understood the special nature of this prison cell as soon as he heard these words.

Besides, now is not the time to focus on that, so he immediately snapped out of his reverie and looked toward the recliner.

Just then, Wei Wu sat up from the recliner, his face showing the look of someone who had just been woken up.

"No, who is it?! Can't a person get some sleep in the middle of the night? Don't people in jail have any human rights?"

As they spoke, Wei Wu turned his head directly towards the gate, his expression momentarily stunned, before asking:

"Old Mao? What are you doing here so late at night? And who is this guy?!"