An Youwei secretly glanced at Song Zhao and saw that his forehead was covered in sweat and his face was pale. He was obviously very frightened. An Youwei's heart skipped a beat and he realized what was going on.
Who is the Right Chancellor? He actually took advantage of the Right Chancellor's amiable demeanor these past few days to make demands of him. Not to mention the Right Chancellor, such a threatening demand would probably anger him!
The atmosphere at the table was clearly off. An Xin frowned, glanced at Song Zhao, then at Yan Zhen, and then at her father who was secretly wiping away sweat. A sense of unease rose in her heart.
Her relationship with Yan Zhen was probably being used by someone else. Since An Youwei spoke up for Song Zhao, it was probably because of his own connections.
Thinking of this, An Xin frowned. She was already somewhat unhappy to know, let alone the noble and proud Yan Zhen.
An Xin pushed the bowl away and looked at An Youwei, saying, "Father, who did you say died suspiciously just now?"
Yan Zhen abruptly withdrew her gaze, glanced at An Xin, and continued to study the enormous chicken leg.
An Youwei's face twitched and he said in a low voice, "This matter... this matter... it's a long story..."
An Xin frowned: "Make it short!"
An Youwei sighed and looked at Song Zhao, saying, "Lord Song, please tell us. If there is really something fishy going on, Xin'er might be able to help you."
Song Zhao dared not plead with Yan Zhen any longer. He hurriedly wiped his sweat and looked at An Xin, saying, "This is what happened..." Then Song Zhao repeated what he had said to An Youwei, naturally omitting the part where he asked An Youwei to plead for him, and also embellishing his precious son.
Of course, his embellished story wouldn't attract An Xin's attention at all. An Xin simply said coldly, "You mean the woman that Song Li forcibly took home committed suicide out of grief and indignation? Then when the Left Prime Minister took the woman's body away, she was already dead. What could be suspicious here?" An Xin frowned slightly. The matter of Fengxian Village had already given her a headache, and she really didn't want to waste her energy on Song Li's case. But this matter involved her father. Frankly speaking, she didn't want An Youwei to get involved in the mess between the two factions. But that night, she acted impulsively and agreed to Yan Zhen's request. So no matter how much she wanted to stay out of it, she would inevitably be regarded as a rightist.
An Xin had a headache. Why did she agree that night? Heaven knows, she was so dizzy from that kiss that she completely lost her composure!
Song Zhao hurriedly said, "Niece, that girl is indeed dead, but they said she committed suicide by biting her tongue, so there should be blood in her mouth. But when my unfilial son saw the woman, she only had her eyes closed, and he didn't see any blood!"
An Xin patted her forehead and said, "There's not much basis for this suspicion, but since the girl is dead, it's indeed a bit strange that the leftists are protecting her from seeing it. Where is the woman's body now?"
Song Zhao hurriedly said, "He is currently in the morgue of the Ministry of Justice. Once the case is cleared, he will be returned to his family. That's why my unfilial son has been severely tortured and suffered terribly these past few days!"
An Xin said coldly, "Those who forcibly abduct women are arrogant and domineering; such people are a menace to society!"
Song Zhao was suddenly speechless.
An Youwei hurriedly said, "Sir, this girl has always been very direct..." Then he turned around and glared at An Xin, "How can you talk like that!"
An Xin rarely pursed her lips.
Yan Zhen raised her eyelashes to look at her, and couldn't help but chuckle, "That expression is so cute, it's the first time I've ever seen it."
His words came so abruptly that the room fell silent instantly...
An Xin's mind was in complete turmoil when Yan Zhen suddenly blurted out such a sentence, especially since her own father was present. Her ears immediately turned red, and she gritted her teeth and said, "You, surnamed Yan, shut up!"
Yan Zhen smiled lazily and said, "Since the case is so strange... Minghe, send someone to the Ministry of Justice to find out if it's true or not, so that no one is forced to confess under torture. Also, have Lord Li from the Ministry of Justice come to see me."
Minghe's expression hardened slightly. Was the master planning to interfere?
"Yes." Minghe immediately replied, and disappeared into the courtyard in a flash.
Song Zhao felt a surge of joy after the initial shock, his heart pounding uncontrollably. He hurriedly knelt and kowtowed, saying, "This humble official thanks Your Excellency for your keen insight, Your Excellency..."
Yan Zhen poked at the huge chicken leg and tilted her head to ask An Xin, "How do you eat this?"
An Xin: "..." My lord, are you so noble that you've become useless?! You don't even know how to eat a chicken leg?!
Song Zhao hurriedly said, "Niece, the master's meals are always exquisite..." There really isn't such a big chicken leg... The rest of the words got stuck in her throat when she saw An Xin's mocking look.
An Xin sneered, "Are you saying my family's meals aren't refined? The Right Prime Minister is so noble, he can't even eat a large chicken leg?!"
An Youwei hurriedly said, "Xin'er, how can you say that! Lord Song didn't mean it that way! Lord Song, Xin'er has always been like this, please forgive her."
An Xin looked at the scene before her and felt utterly confused...
An Xin coldly watched Yan Zhen tease the chicken leg, then casually grabbed the greasy chicken leg and held it out to Yan Zhen, saying, "Open your mouth."
Yan Zhen blinked and obediently opened her mouth.
An Xin said indifferently, "Bite."
Yan Zhen frowned subconsciously, but still endured the nausea and took a bite. An Xin said calmly, "You can eat now!"
Yan Zhen felt as if the meat was poison, and his stomach began to spasm violently. He swallowed it expressionlessly, then raised his eyelashes and smiled, "Delicious." As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed An Xin's wrist, took the chicken leg from her hand, and began to eat it bite by bite.
Anxin thought how wonderful it would be if this chicken leg were a club!
After finally finishing the meal, An Xin's hands were covered in grease, and she got up and walked outside.
Yan Zhen, unusually, didn't stop him, but simply sat down and slowly fanned herself.
Song Zhao cautiously stepped forward and said, "My lord..."
"Get out." Yan Zhen said coolly without even lifting her eyelids.
Song Zhao's body trembled.
"Everyone out." Yan Zhen raised her eyelashes and looked at An Youwei.
An Youwei froze. Although he didn't know why the Right Prime Minister was so fond of this dining hall, since the Right Prime Minister had given the order, they naturally dared not disobey and hurriedly retreated.
The huge dining hall instantly became empty.
Yan Zhen's gaze slowly deepened, then she raised her hand to her stomach, her forehead began to bead with sweat, and her face turned as pale as paper!
"What are you all doing out here? Where's Yan Zhen?" An Xin's voice suddenly rang out. Yan Zhen's expression changed abruptly, and she suddenly struck out with her palm. The sharp palm wind pushed the window open with a "bang," and Yan Zhen's figure flashed and disappeared from the room. At the same time, An Xin pushed open the door and was slightly taken aback—he wasn't there!
What's going on! He pushed his father and the others out, but then he disappeared!