An assassin? Call me the Master of Raising Prices!

The death of Lord Hu Houye's son spread throughout the capital before noon. In less than half a day, the rumors that something big had happened in the capital had become known to everyone.

In the Marquis Mansion, the young Marquis stared at him with his eyes wide open and his mouth wide open, as if he had seen something scary. The atmosphere among the people gathered in the hall was gloomy, and no one dared to speak. When the Marquis saw his youngest son's miserable condition, his face turned red, he couldn't breathe, and he fainted. The Hou Mansion was in a state of panic again.

When Mr. Hou woke up, his face was pale and he was crying. Mrs. Hou, who was waiting at the window, was also wiping tears and her voice was choked. They hugged each other and cried for a while before going to report the crime.

What else can the prefect do? This is a marquis, so he can only call his subordinates back overnight and conduct a thorough investigation overnight.

For three whole days, everyone in the government office did not dare to relax and almost went through the entire capital. Maybe it was the incompetence of the prefect, or maybe Zhao did too well and left no flaws. Anyway, except for the death of the young Marquis in the Marquis Mansion, nothing else was found out, but it made people in the capital panic.

Everything is still a fog, just like the assassination of the Jiangnan imperial envoy, nothing can be found out. However, the prefect can delay it, but Mr. Hu cannot. After all, the person who died was his own son! As soon as he learned that the government office had not found out, he went to the palace to ask for an audience with the emperor. Even the Marquis's wife went back to the Duke's Palace and begged the Duke to come to the palace to seek justice for her son.

The Duke felt sorry for his daughter and went to Qingxuan Palace that night. When they saw Yuan Zhuo who was meditating, they knelt down and kowtowed. Without saying a word, they just cried and begged the emperor to give the young marquis justice.

The two people's voices were shrill and tears were streaming down their cheeks. Emperor Yuan Zhuo had a look of helplessness on his face, "It's not my son who died like that. You guys are crying here and you don't know, you think my son is dead!" Yuan Zhuo had no choice but to give an oral instruction in person and ask the Jin Yiwei to thoroughly investigate the cause of the death of the young marquis before appeasing the two of them.

Late at night, Lu Wenyu and Eunuch Feng came out of Xiyuan and walked side by side, with expressions of bitterness and hatred on their faces. If you didn't check whether you were your son, why would you involve Jin Yiwei? I finally have a few days of free time and have to work like a cow or a horse. Is this official position for the emperor or for these princes and nobles?

That night at the Jinyiwei Yamen, Lu Wenyu directly summoned the middle and senior management of Jinyiwei to discuss countermeasures. He really wanted to be a hands-off shopkeeper, but he had no choice but to find trouble when trouble came to him. He was distressed, really distressed.

Zhao was dressed in official uniform, sitting at the end, drinking tea to refresh himself. It was really a disaster. Who would have thought that a person in charge of Zhao Prison would be pulled up for a meeting in the middle of the night.

"That's what happened. If you have any opinions, please tell me." Lu Wenyu sat in the main seat and whispered. Under the weak light of the candle, the sadness on Lu Wenyu's face was clearly visible.

The conductors and conductors sitting on the left side were drinking tea leisurely. They were just there to entertain themselves. This kind of thing does not fall on them. In the end, it is the governors who are responsible. So they were not only interested in drinking tea, they even whispered to each other, chatted about interesting things, and laughed silently from time to time.

The commanders on the other side all looked solemn. They didn't want to get involved in such a thankless job. Wouldn't it be better to wait for death? It’s not like there’s something wrong with my brain to get involved. Everyone is thinking about how to put it aside, how can they take the initiative to ask for help?

"What? You're not talking? Do you think I'm being favored? Huh?" Seeing that no one was speaking, Lu Wenyu became a little angry and said in a deep voice, "Since no one is asking for help, I'll take it."

"Thousands of households cannot be moved."

Hearing this, the two commanders immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and their tense faces instantly relaxed. It doesn't matter whether their colleagues die or not, as long as it is none of their own business.

"Nanzhen Fusi and Twenty-four don't have this ability."

As Lu Wenyu finished speaking, four more conductors relaxed their expressions, picked up their teacups as if they were surviving a disaster, took a leisurely sip, and even their bodies collapsed. Zhao and Yu Jielin looked at each other, their solemn expressions adding a bit of pain. Yes, the difficulty falls on you. Even the third master who was drinking tea shook his hands, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his expression changed.

Lu Wenyu could see the different expressions of everyone at a glance, but he just picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and said firmly, "The two governors of Beizhen Fusi are a little tired. Check it carefully. The Holy Father has said that as long as there are wrong people, you can Arrest people first, kill them first, and then report them, the Holy One has given you permission!”

"Fifth Master, can anyone be arrested?" Zhao stared at Lu Wenyu with a serious face. Since there is no way to refuse, then try to get as much convenience as possible.

"What are you thinking about? Do you dare to arrest the Duke? Do you dare to arrest Ge Kui? Catch those who should be arrested, but don't arrest those who shouldn't be arrested!" Before Lu Wenyu could speak, a commanding official in bright red official uniform smiled and said, this child, It doesn't matter.

Lu Wenyu also nodded, agreeing with what this person said. Zhao was silent after hearing this. This was nothing to investigate. He could just push them out and offend others, and then find an excuse.

The small meeting didn't last long, it was midnight, and they didn't sleep to do this. Only the third master, Zhao and Yu Jielin stayed. Seeing the distressed expressions of the three people, Lu Wenyu was helpless. This matter was offensive to others. The emperor only gave an oral instruction. How could he investigate? Let's go to Fusi, Beizhen!

When Zhao saw that he was the only one left, he relaxed a lot and asked with a smile, "Fifth Master, please point out a boundary, who can investigate and who cannot? That's not how you take the blame, right?"

"Oh, you think I want to investigate? It's not my son who died! But how can I explain if I don't investigate? Please try not to involve the Duke and the Marquis in it. Even if you do, you should talk to me first. It's best to put the little Marquis's death to rest. On the heads of Jianghu people..."

Zhao, who was sitting below, twitched his lips, "Good fellow, the Jianghu people are the ones to take the blame for all the big and small things." Although it is true that you killed the young Marquis yourself, there is no evidence for this. Isn't it a bit unreasonable for you to blame the Jianghu people without saying anything?

"Then I'll tell you something tomorrow. It was the Jianghu people who did this." Zhao said with a sneer.

Lu Wenyu drank tea and did not answer the question immediately. When the third master and Yu Jielin heard this, their expressions did not change and they sat calmly, as if it had nothing to do with them. After Lu Wenyu took a few sips of tea comfortably, he slowly said, "The process must be justified. Mr. Hu is not a fool. He would arrest two people at random, throw them in prison for a few days, and then release them to show off. Everything will be fine with my last break. The key is not to get into trouble. It’s a troubled time, so don’t get into trouble.”

"The little marquis's body will be brought back to Zhao Prison tomorrow at the magistrate's office. You have to do a good job in the show and don't leave anyone with anything to say."

When Lu Wenyu yawned, Zhao and Yu Jielin looked at each other, smiled and nodded, and the matter was settled.

After bowing their hands and saluting, Third Master and Yu Jielin left first, while Zhao followed behind Lu Wenyu, showing no interest. Lu Wenyu, who was walking in front, walked with his hands behind his back until he left the Jinyiwei Yamen and then whispered, "I'm sorry for you, but things have to be done cleanly. I'll take care of everything."

"I save it and won't leave anyone with words."

Lu Wenyu smiled and said, "If you have a grudge, take revenge. If you have a grudge, just complain. Don't be afraid of trouble. It won't go to heaven!"

"You are nothing more than a dead person, how can you write about a living person?"