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Chapter 135 Look at my imagination

Wang Xiu Niang had never expected that she would be taken to a deserted palace instead of a torture chamber, nor had she expected that the people who would come to interrogate her would be from the Yanwu Guard.

Yanwuwei's Liangsheng was a smiling tiger. When he saw Wang Xiuniang, he first bowed politely and said "I'm sorry." Then he untied the bundle in his hand, and inside, with a clanging sound, a pile of cold torture instruments were revealed. Wang Xiuniang was sweating profusely at the sight, and her whole body was tense before the torture even started.

"I've heard that embroiderers have very nimble hands. They often get pricked by needles while sew- ing quickly. I've always been curious: when a needle pricks a finger, does it hurt more with a thicker needle or a thinner one? Does it hurt more when it's on the tip of the finger or between the nails? And how many levels of pain can be categorized? Embroiderer Wang is paid for her services, so I imagine she's very tight-lipped. How about we prick each of your ten fingers first, and then we can begin questioning you?"

Wang Xiu Niang's mouth was gagged, unable to utter a single word. Her eyes widened, tears streaming down her face as she shook her head desperately. Liang Sheng, without even looking, found an embroidery bag and offered solace.

"It's very quick, very quick. Ten fingers will be pierced in less than an incense stick. It won't delay anything."

She was tortured for a whole incense stick's time. Wang Xiu Niang let out a whimpering cry, which soon turned into a suppressed and ferocious roar.

Bai Ningwei was completely unaware of this. In her previous life, An Jiu knew what Bai Ningwei was afraid of, so what landed in her hands were two clean, neatly written confessions, handed over from the torture chamber.

Bai Ningwei really didn't expect that An Jiuren would leave people in the palace while doing business outside the palace, so she just thought it was the work of the Torture Chamber.

She was not naive enough to think that the torture chamber would appeal to people's emotions and reason with them, as it would only project the impression of cruelty onto the torture chamber.

As for An Jiu, the reason why he hid himself so much was, firstly, he didn't want Bai Ningwei to dislike him in this life, and secondly, he had always been a hidden chess piece, and in the eyes of the ministers, he was a two-faced fence-sitter.

I can't let a small matter expose the fact that I'm on the Queen Mother's side.

The confession clearly stated that Wang Xiu Niang accepted benefits from a woman named Shan Niang when she was on duty outside the palace. Shan Niang worked as a servant in the home of a minor official.

This minor official didn't even have the qualifications to attend court, and he had no conflicts or estrangements with the Bai and Chen families.

But Shan Niang's elder sister was the wife of Yan Xiang, a manager.

This is right.

Ever since Yao Yuanying had disgraced himself at court, implicating his children who were expecting marriage, he had been despised by the civil officials and subtly marginalized by the other four ministers. The five-member council had become a monopoly of opinion.

Bai Ningwei thought that she and those people had reached some kind of tacit understanding and would not interfere with each other, but she didn't expect that some people just couldn't stand being alone.

That night, the steward of Yan Xiang's family died mysteriously.

The manager's family reported the matter to the authorities and insisted on getting to the bottom of it.

For ordinary people like these, if they have no one behind them, they will try to make a big deal out of a small matter and generally will not file a lawsuit.

It was obvious that Yan Xiang realized that the manager's death was caused by him, so he had to find out the person who was responsible.

What Xiang Yan didn't expect was that the person behind the scenes was not found out, but the eldest princess Xiao Yuan'er took advantage of this incident to gain a place in the former dynasty.

Xiao Yuan'er heard that a strange case had recently occurred in the capital. It was said that a steward of Prime Minister Yan's family was drinking outside in the middle of the night. When he was drunk, he became lustful and wanted to tease the proprietress of the tavern.

The boss's wife refused to comply, and the manager even dared to hit her, including the boss. The three of them were dragged from the restaurant to the backyard, and in the end the manager died.

In the princess's mansion, the female official was reporting the latest news to Xiao Yuan'er.

"The case is actually very clear. It was the steward who started it. But he was really unlucky. The owner of the tavern would buy some herbs to supplement his family income, and the steward fell into a basket of herbs. There was a sickle in the basket for cutting herbs, and it cut his neck right in the middle of it."

The herb in the basket happened to be dried Xanthium sibiricum, so it was just a coincidence, but Yan Xiang didn't believe it.

"If that's the case, why did Jingzhao Yin's men want to arrest that proprietress?"

This was what Xiao Yuan'er was unhappy about. She had been worried about divorce recently, and after listening to Bai Ningwei's words, she knew that many women had unhappy marriages for various reasons, but they didn't even dare to think about divorce.

She felt the same way and wanted to do something. When she heard that the boss's wife had been arrested, she thought it was a good opportunity.

"The people of Jingzhao Yin said that it was the boss lady's misconduct that caused this tragedy. So they want her to pay with her life."

"Ridiculous! They are going too far."

Xiao Yuan'er was furious. She didn't expect that Yan Xiang's people would be so domineering.

"The Jingzhao Yin said that the case will be open to the public in five days."

"Then we must hurry up."

Xiao Yuan'er took the opportunity to contact some officials from humble backgrounds and proposed in the court to abolish the rule that commoners would be punished first if they reported officials.

This request was naturally opposed by the old-established families. They were wealthy and powerful, and had many shameful things to do in private. It would be better to avoid using the stick to intimidate them, but it would affect their interests.

The two sides were arguing, each with their own reasons. Bai Ningwei stepped forward to mediate and proposed a protection law.

After another three days of wrangling, the eleven-article Civilian Protection Law was finally drafted by the Minister of State.

It is said to protect civilians, but six of the articles are biased towards the nobles, and only five are biased towards the common people.

But this is a good start. As long as the protection law is met, the government will protect them. As long as the protection law is recited word for word, the people who file a complaint will not have to suffer injustice and then resort to self-harm to prove their injustice.

On the day of the public hearing for the steward's death, the landlady recited the newly released protection law verbatim, making it difficult for the Jingzhao prefect to punish her. Furthermore, thanks to the eloquent lawyer Xiao Yuan'er sent, the landlady was ultimately acquitted.

The news spread throughout Kyoto like wings. Who doesn't want to gain more experience? Soon, more and more people started to learn to write.

This also caused the bookstores, which had always been lukewarm, to sell out all their dictionaries and the demand could not keep up with the supply.

Hearing that the bookshop was too busy, An Jiu looked at his newly built cell. He had arrested people who were all well-known and important, so who could not write a few words? They ate and drank for free here, really thinking his new cell was an inn.

If you want to eat better or change your bed and quilt, just copy books and write for me. The more you copy, the more work points you get. When you have enough work points, you can exchange them for corresponding supplies to improve your life in prison.

…………Two Sentences Theater…………

A certain playboy: Anjiu, you embezzled the money my parents gave you to build a prison cell, and you didn’t even give me food or drink. I’ll make you pay when I get out.

Anjiu: Do you want to eat the roujiamo in my hand? I'll give it to you if you copy 500 pages of the dictionary.