Your Majesty, the princess ran away again!

Chapter 220: Execution

Song Qingyan got the news and prepared the food when Mu Nanyan came back, and the dishes were served one after another.

To be honest, Mu Nanyan couldn't accept the taste here, it was too bland, but the pastries here were indeed more delicate than those in Kyoto, and tasted better, especially those with jam. It might be because there were abundant fruits here, so they tasted better than those in Kyoto.

"Miss, these are Jiangnan specialties. We just hired a chef from next door today. Please try it and see how it tastes. We specially asked someone to cook with a stronger flavor." Song Qingyan picked up a piece of meat for her. It looked delicious with its rich color.

"Okay, you eat it and I'll serve myself." Mu Nanyan still took a small bite to save face. The taste was indeed stronger than yesterday.

Jun Zhuoyuan followed closely and reached into Mu Nanyan's bowl with his chopsticks, picking up some vegetables. "Yanyan, it's too late. It's uncomfortable to eat too much greasy food."

Song Qingyan immediately apologized, "Is it because I didn't notice it, or is it because the prince thought it through?"

Mu Nanyan glared at Jun Zhuoyuan and said, "It's okay. It's okay to eat a few bites. You are also thoughtful. But I don't need anyone to take care of me here. You should focus all your attention on the case. Has everyone in the prison seen it?"

Song Qingyan said: "They have all seen the young lady. They went there right after returning from Jiangyan Tower. Most of them are familiar to me. They are either children of aristocratic families or children of officials."

Tsk, this is a clash between the second generation of officials and the second generation of rich people, and they are all dancing in front of him, "I want to hold an imperial examination selection in Jiangcheng, what do you think?"

"What Miss is thinking is exactly what I am thinking. If this is really the case, there will be nothing bad in Jiangcheng. These people should have been disciplined long ago. They are not doing their job well!" Song Qingyan said angrily.

Mu Nanyan said: "The people inside must not be released without my order, and no one else is allowed to visit them."

She does this for the convenience of everyone. She gives orders directly and the people below just carry them out and just need to be obedient.

Song Qingyan said: "We have added more people to patrol at night, and no one can escape from the prison."

"That's good." These people have to take the blame in front of everyone, and there are also their families. Without them, there is really no reason to clean up. "Send the list of all the noble families and officials in Jiangcheng to my door tomorrow and give it to Yuan Si. You know him."

"Yes, Miss." Song Qingyan knew that she was about to take action. These people in Jiangcheng would not think that they could survive this time.

After dinner, Mu Nanyan took Jun Zhuoyuan away. With the two of them around, Song Qingyan didn't dare to eat, so it was better for her to eat quickly and make room for others.

"Jun Zhuoyuan, go and do your thing. You don't have to worry about me in the next few days. You can rest assured that Yuan Si and Yuan Er are with you. Besides, I also have martial arts skills. Although I am not as good as you, I am more than enough to deal with some assassins." Mu Nanyan pushed him.

"Yan Yan, don't you want me to accompany you?" Jun Zhuoyuan rubbed the handle of the wheelchair.

"You must have come here for a purpose. Do you think I'm easy to fool?" Mu Nanyue patted his head gently.

Jun Zhuoyuan tilted his head and said, "How about saying that our Yanyan is smart?"

Mu Nanyan choked, "Tell me, why did you come here?"

"Yanyan has guessed it."

Jiangcheng, Jin's family, the mountain, and outside the mountain, all together, Jun Zhuoyuan's behavior is that of an outsider. Jiangcheng is just the beginning. "When did you find Jiangcheng?"

"It's not that early. From the day we left, it was less than two months."

In fact, this idea did not come up recently. He had told the old man about it a long time ago, but he didn't believe it. That's why the Jiangcheng tragedy happened.

"I'll come to you after I finish dealing with this side. I also want to go to the mountain to take a look." Mu Nanyan calculated the time. It would take at least half a month. Jun Zhuoyuan should not be able to go up the mountain in half a month.

Jun Zhuoyuan said lovingly, "Then I will explore the way for Yanyan first. You can govern Jiangcheng however you want. The old man won't care. Even if he comes, he may not be able to fix it well."

"I see. You're so nagging." Mu Nanyan made a face at him, and turned back to the house as if he didn't react. "It's getting late. You've been busy all day. Go back and have some rest."

Jun Zhuoyuan sighed, wondering when he could hug his wife to sleep... After returning, Jun Zhuoyuan gathered people to leave overnight. Since it was confirmed that Jiangcheng was safe, there was no need for him to stay here. Only by catching the person behind the scenes, Yanyan would be safe.

The next day, Mu Nanyan woke up and took the file in from the door. It contained very detailed records. Song Qingyan also carefully drew portraits for everyone. Judging from the handwriting, they must have been drawn overnight and the ink had not dried well in some places.

You won’t know until you see it, and you’ll be shocked to find that these richest families are actually the Song family’s in-laws. Song Jinyu also has two biological sisters and three half sisters, all of whom married local wealthy people. Isn’t this just for the purpose of making money!

After hurriedly finishing her breakfast, Mu Nanyan learned about Jun Zhuoyuan's departure, but she did not intend to make it public. The fewer people who knew about it, the better.

Seeing Mu Nanyan approaching the door, Song Qingyan immediately stood up and said, "Miss, you are here. Someone find a stool for you."

Mu Nanyan raised her hand to refuse, "No need to sit down, I came here to ask you to go to the city to watch a play, the madam of Jiangyan Tower will be executing the execution at noon today, don't be late."

"I'll pack it up right away and leave now." Song Qingyan put down the files. As she had been reading them day and night over the past two days, the files under the table had accumulated more and more, proving how many unjust, false and wrong cases there had been in Jiangcheng over the years.

"Okay, miss, let's go now."

When she arrived at the door, Mu Nanyan looked at Song Qingyan's flashy carriage and held her forehead. This... "Get in my carriage." Wouldn't it be embarrassing to go out with this carriage? She is a very serious person.

"Okay, miss." Song Qingyan blushed. He was not an indecent person, but he didn't have time to change the carriage. This was what he used to hide himself.

The city was not too far from the City Lord's Mansion and it took less than an incense stick of time to get there. On the way, Mu Nanyan explained a lot of things to him and asked him not to talk nonsense today.

When they were almost there, the middle platform was already surrounded by people, and Mu Nanyan's carriage could not pass through, so the two of them simply got off and walked in. When the people around saw Mu Nanyan, they originally wanted to kneel down, but then they remembered that yesterday's notice changed it to bowing.

"Lord Song, look, these people have better memories than you."

The people spontaneously made way for her. Mu Nanyan responded to everyone with a smile, trying her best to be amiable.

It was also the first time that Song Qingyan saw so many people gathered here. He had been here many times, and each time he was with Song Jinyu and others. Once the show started here, no other noise was allowed around and people had to close their businesses.

It was the first time he had seen so many people together, and he didn't expect it to be so shocking.

Yuan Er came down from the platform and said, "Miss, everything is ready. We are just waiting for your words."

"You will be the supervisor of Song Qingyan's execution today. Go ahead. Everything that is supposed to happen has come. Show your demeanor as the city lord." Mu Nanyan gently pushed him from behind.

Song Qingyan was first surprised at the strength of Mu Nanyan's hand, and then he realized his position. Everyone made way for a space in front of the stage and he was the only one standing at the front. Song Qingyan turned around and looked at Mu Nanyan.

"Go up." Mu Nanyan said silently.

Yuan Er had sent invitations to various noble families and officials' residences early in the morning. The invitations were stamped with the princess' seal, so no one dared not to come. If they really didn't come, they would have to come to see her with their heads held high. Today, she wanted to let these people know that he, Song Qingyan, was under her protection, and anyone who dared to bully him would be slapping her in the face.

Song Qingyan was sitting in the main seat and naturally saw the people below. It was very clear that the common people did not dare to approach them at all.

"The execution will be at noon!" Song Qingyan took out a wooden sign and threw it on the ground.

The coroner's hands were shaking as he held the knife. He had never done such a job in all his years. This was the first time in his life. "I'm sorry. It's your fault for bumping into the princess and doing such a bad thing."

"Ah--" The madam's voice soared into the sky, making the people below's scalps numb. This was only the first cut. She had calculated that she would be cut more than a hundred times today, and no one knew if she could withstand it.

Mu Nanyan stood there for a while and then left. Several members of the aristocratic families noticed her and followed her away.

Mu Nanyan went to the teahouse opposite. The sun was shining outside and she didn't have the heart to watch these things. She might as well give others a chance.

As soon as he sat down, there was a knock on the door. "I, Zhao Wujie, pay my respects to the princess."

Mu Nanyan was eating melon seeds while Yuan Si went over to open the door.