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Cui Cheng was unaware of the impending disaster, still leisurely filleting a fish. Qi Xiaomian acted without hesitation, unleashing a surge of energy that lodged a fishbone in Cui Cheng's throat. Meanwhile, Qi Xiaomian secretly manipulated the fishbone to ensure Cui Cheng could no longer speak. This was to prevent Cui Cheng from confessing and having others notice the discrepancies in the evidence. Additionally, it concealed his own unsavory thoughts about Sang Jue.
In the prison, chaos erupted as people scrambled to save Cui Cheng. Yan Min, feeling it wasn't safe enough, joined in and seized the opportunity to break Cui Cheng's finger bones. Without any communication between them, they worked together to leave Cui Cheng gasping for breath.
Gu Chen was furious, angry that the Ministry of Justice had allowed the other two departments to witness this farce, but even more enraged that Cui Cheng could provide no further information. Fortunately, they already had evidence, so Gu Chen decided to bring the matter to the palace.
Upon learning of the situation, His Majesty's anger was directed at Cui Cheng's moral failings. He ordered Gu Chen to keep this news tightly under wraps; as for the Cui Family, there would be no trial—just a swift judgment.
After a long day of toil, Qi Xiaomian arrived at the Small Tavern where Sang Qingxiao sat beside an oil lamp, drowsy and on the verge of nodding off. Qi Xiaomian reached out to steady him.
Sang Qingxiao opened his confused eyes and said, "You're here."
With a helpless smile, Qi Xiaomian replied, "You seem to be sleeping soundly."
Sang Qingxiao grinned foolishly, "I'm at home; how can I not feel safe? Even if you don't worry about me, you should be concerned about those tasks you assigned me."
"The Yongxin Marquis is reliable; what is there to worry about?"
Qi Xiaomian placed the scrolls and books on the table. Sang Qingxiao only unrolled part of the sketchbook before calmly rolling it back up and setting it aside. He then picked up a book and began reading intently.
Pouring himself a cup of warm wine, Qi Xiaomian asked after feeling his chill subside, "You should be able to get these things yourself; why ask me to do it?"
"Didn't you want me to trust you more?" Sang Qingxiao replied with a smile. "How come you don't like this sudden trust?"
"It is indeed a bit sudden."
"You handle this task easily; for me, it requires quite a bit of effort," Sang Qingxiao explained. "Especially when it comes to erasing traces; it's easy to make mistakes, so I figured I'd just ask you for help."
As for Sang Jue—he would never tell anyone about such matters. I learned about them while investigating the Sang Family.
Regarding the Sang Family incident, Cui Cheng had caused quite a stir but then knelt for three days begging Emperor Chongjing to spare Sang Jue. Given Emperor Chongjing's ruthless nature, he reluctantly agreed.
The whole affair felt strange, prompting me to dig deeper. Soon enough, I uncovered Cui Cheng's peculiar preferences and realized that Sang Jue's demeanor perfectly matched them; everything suddenly made sense.
Cui Cheng's plea stemmed from true love, while the Chongjing Emperor's consent was aimed at sending Sang Jue to the deepest depths of hell, intending to use such a disgraceful act to thoroughly trample on the dignity of Sang Jue and the Sang Family.
Sang Jue nearly fell victim to this scheme; there were still many who privately reminisced about the Sang Family's past glory. With Sang Jue's intelligence, escaping was not difficult at all.
Qi Xiaomian let out a sigh of relief upon hearing this. He had no desire to ruin someone through such means, especially when that person was an extraordinary talent.
After discussing these heavy past events, the atmosphere in the room lightened considerably. Qi Xiaomian spoke with a hint of accusation, "Yan Min, what is going on? Sang Qingxiao, how much have you been hiding from me?"
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