On the day when the winter is about to fade and the warm spring sun is about to return, three people suddenly kneeled down outside the prince's mansion.

The woman led two children, one older and one younger, and kowtowed heavily outside the prince's mansion.

"Who?! Do you know where this is? You dare to come to the prince's mansion to try to get involved!"

The woman was pulled up rudely. The guard saw that she was not very old, about 20 years old, but her face was marked by the weather-beaten marks. The materials used in the clothes were not high-quality, but they looked clean. She was wrapped in a cloth towel and stared at the guard in her eyes, feeling depressed.

The two children followed their mother crying and looked at the high-gate courtyard in front of them with some fear. They subconsciously held the corner of their mother's clothes tightly, and kept shouting: "Mom...I'm afraid..."

"Not afraid..."

The woman was pulled with her arm. The moment before she was dragged up, she didn't know where she got the strength, but she broke free from the guard's palm, and then knelt down heavily with a "thump".

Her forehead was already bruised and swollen, but she had no time to care about it. She just pulled her hoarse voice and shouted at the closed Zhuhong gate at the top of her lungs: "Bitch An Song, my husband is An Daeqiao who follows Lord Qi Luqi. Now my husband has been arrested and jailed. Lord Qi is not in the capital, and the bastard has no relatives. A few days ago, I heard that the prince had a good relationship with Lord Qi, so I came to ask for help from the prince! Please save my husband!"

She had never practiced before, but the sound she made was extremely penetrating. Until the end, her voice was hoarse and undesirable, but it still could not affect her voice coming into the mansion.

When she first heard her howling and making noise, the guard was still dark and ready to kick the crazy woman into the distance, but after listening halfway, especially when he heard the word "An Daehem", his face suddenly changed.

The people from the prince's mansion know a little about An Dae Chui, and they also know that he is a confidant accepted by Qi Luxin. Now, he suddenly heard that the other party was arrested and went to the prison, and immediately rushed to the doorman on the steps and said, "Go and report to the prince."

On the day Qi Lu left, the prince who returned to the mansion had solemnly instructed all of them that if there were people or matters about Qi Lu, they would report to him in detail and not have any delays.

The concierge also knew about this matter. Although this matter seemed to be not much involved with Qi Lu, he did not dare to refuse to report it without authorization, so he opened the door and ran towards the mansion.

The guard helped the three mothers and sons up, and his face became a little softer, "Follow me to the mansion."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you..."

After Ji Wuli received the news, he met An Song in the reception room, "What happened? Why did An Daechu get caught in prison?"

An Song wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and knelt down at him, "I don't know the specific situation, but I just heard from those people that my husband... killed the city guards in the street."

Speaking of this, she felt dizzy in her mind, almost unable to support the weight of her body. She held the floor with both hands, raised her head hard and looked at Ji Wuli: "Please check it out clearly! The husband of the bitch is not the one who is waiting to commit murder in the street!!!"

Ji Wuli thought of the conspiracy in an instant, whether someone was pushing it in the dark, or was he using Qi Lu's people to start the operation? In any case, during the period when Qi Lu was not in the capital, such a thing happened, and he was slapping him in the face!

Turning his head and instructing Zuo Xiu behind him, "Go and check it."

Zuo Xiu took the order and left.

Ji Wuli also gave a wink at the maid, asked the maid to help the mother and son up, and said in a deep voice: "Don't scare the child, you should take the child home and wait first. This matter must be found out."

An Song was excited and was about to kneel down again, but Ji Wuli waved his hand and stopped him. "Qi Lu is not in the capital. You can think of coming to find me. You are doing a good job. Go back and rest. Your husband is also a little familiar with the prince, but he has some thoughts, but his essence is not bad. If it weren't for other reasons, he wouldn't be able to do such a murderous act in the street at regular intervals."

Since I heard about my husband's murder in the street, An Song, who has been spending time in a daze, seems to have grabbed a life-saving straw. Only a word in my mind is echoing: The prince believes in my husband, the prince believes in my husband...

Recruiting two guards, Ji Wuli ordered: "Send them and their son home to protect their safety."

"yes."

The guards received the order. An Song was a little helpless, but she was just an ordinary woman and had never seen any big world. If it weren't for the mistake of his husband, he would probably never have had such close interaction with the prince in his life.

She was grateful and couldn't think of a way to express her gratitude. She knelt down again inadvertently, and at the same time she pulled the two children to the ground, crying with joy: "Kowtow to the Ninth Prince! Your father is saved! Kowtow!"

"When the matter of your husband is found out, it will not be too late to thank you again."

Ji Wuli's tone eased, walked forward, wiped the little girl's snot with her sleeve, looked at the child's pure eyes, and couldn't help but reach out and touch her little head.

"This...this is unstoppable..."

After waving her hand to interrupt her, Ji Wuli pulled the two children up, and An Song's maid naturally helped her up.

He gently pushed the child into her arms, and Ji Wuli said in a gentle tone: "Go back quickly so that the child will not be scared. After the news, I will send someone to send you a message."

When the guards escorted An Song and his son away, Ji Wuli's eyes instantly became cold. He sat on the chair in the living room, frowned and wondered what he was thinking.

Not long after, Zuo Xiu, who went to inquire about the news, returned and told Ji Wuliyan what happened. If there were people around who had experienced this incident at that time, it would be seen from Zuo Xiu's words that his narrative was almost exactly the same as the scene at that time.

This is not because he has the ability to restore the scene, but because he witnessed a lot of people at that time, so he asked more people to ask about the incident and then compared and eliminated the wrong information, so he easily got what Ji Wuli wanted.

"Qi Lu has just left for such a short time. These people are really full and dare to slander his family..."

Ji Wuli sneered and stood up and walked out of the hall, "I want to see who dares to touch a finger."

Half an hour later, the Ninth Prince led the guards in the mansion to Pingtian Mansion, and Cao Feng greeted him with a wry smile.
Chapter completed!