My stepsister tried to steal the prince's hand in marriage, but little did she know I had been

Chapter 151 Meeting in Prison

This was the first time Madam Wen had ever been to the Dali Temple prison.

Upon entering, one is greeted by a cold, damp atmosphere, mixed with the smell of blood.

Madam Wen covered her mouth and nose, and immediately tried to vomit.

But before her stood Leng Shan, the ruthless deputy commander of the Imperial Guards. True to his name, even the emperor could not change his mind and remove one person—Xie Jinghan.

Madam Wen was so angry that her eyes turned red, and her face became completely ferocious.

It's obvious without even thinking that Wen Shuyao is deliberately messing with her!

She was confident she could get out alive, but what about after she got out? Her reputation would probably be ruined when the Imperial Guards surrounded the Duke of Wen's mansion.

Thinking of this, hatred gradually welled up in her eyes.

Wen Shuyao!

She cursed the name viciously in her heart. If it weren't for Wen Shuyao, she would never have fallen to such a state! She wasn't the only wealthy woman who lent money at exorbitant interest rates. Yet, she was the only one who was arrested and brought to the Dali Temple.

Especially in front of everyone, without giving her any preparation whatsoever.

That little vixen Wen Shuyao, relying on her status, whispers sweet nothings in Prince Jing's ear, painstakingly trying to ruin everything for him.

What noblewoman would go to Dali Temple to be imprisoned? Even if she committed a heinous crime of murder, she would only be locked up in the inner prison. Only Wen Shuyao would come up with such a vicious trick.

Madam Wen cursed Wen Shuyao in her heart, her eyes flashing with coldness. When she saw the prison cell she was about to spend some time in, she could no longer bear the nausea and bent over to vomit.

The cell was covered in blood, and you could vaguely see severed limbs.

Madam Wen had lived a life of luxury for many years; when had she ever seen such a miserable scene?

"I am a noblewoman from an official's family!" she said through gritted teeth at the fir tree. "You cannot treat me like this before I am convicted!"

Clever as she is, she had already devised a plan along the way.

As long as the news gets to the palace, her sister will definitely save her! And she is certain that Xie Jinghan wouldn't dare to break ties with Consort Zhang, who is currently enjoying the Emperor's favor, for the sake of Wen Shuyao.

Unexpectedly, Leng Shan turned around and gave her a sinister look: "That's not up to you. There are only so many cells in the Dali Temple prison. If you don't want a single cell..."

With a casual gesture, Leng Shan pointed, and Madam Wen looked in that direction. She saw several female prisoners fighting fiercely in the cell, and even from a distance of several dozen feet, she could see the scene of blood splattering everywhere.

Then she heard a scream; one of them had his ear bitten off.

Seeing this scene, Madam Wen could think of no other intention and immediately stepped into the cell.

Seeing this, Leng Shan chuckled and said, "That's more like it. The Dali Temple isn't a place where you can pick and choose as you please. We only arranged this private room for you because you're the wife of the Duke of Wen."

Upon hearing this, Madam Wen gritted her teeth in hatred.

This single room is not even as good as a woodshed in the Duke of Wen's mansion, let alone for someone of her status.

However, given Leng Shan's attitude, even though she was extremely unwilling, she could only swallow her anger.

We'll settle this score with him later!

Madam Wen silently made a mental note of Leng Shan's actions, and walked into the prison cell with a cold face.

Leng Shan left quickly. As the deputy commander of the Imperial Guard, he was busy with his affairs and naturally would not stay here with Madam Wen for long.

Throughout the prison, screams filled the air, and some ill-intentioned people kept staring in the direction of Madam Wen.

Although Madam Wen was brought in, she was of unusual status and had an older sister who was a concubine. Therefore, her clothes and jewelry were not removed, and she was allowed to bring them in.

These clothes and jewelry were originally symbols of Lady Wen's status.

However, while imprisoned, Madam Wen felt a chill run through her body. She clenched her hands tightly, trying her best not to show any fear.

Just then, a soft footstep sounded.

Madam Wen's heart stirred slightly, and she subconsciously looked towards the exit.

A woman walked slowly towards them, surrounded by a crowd. It was clearly a dirty and damp prison, yet she walked as if she were strolling in a garden, relaxed and at ease.

"Wen Shuyao..."

Madam Wen gritted her teeth and uttered the man's name.

Upon hearing this, Wen Shuyao smiled and walked slowly toward Madam Wen, saying, "It's been a long time, Madam Wen."

Her voice was extremely gentle. If Madam Wen hadn't known that there was a blood feud between them, she would almost have thought that she and Wen Shuyao had a good relationship.

Seeing that Madam Wen was staring intently at her without saying a word, Wen Shuyao didn't mind and continued, "How was your experience at the Dali Temple?"

"This is a cell I specially had chosen for you." Wen Shuyao looked at the bloodstains on the floor and the severed arm, and nodded with satisfaction. "It seems they all listened to me."

The magpie stood beside Wen Shuyao and spoke up at the opportune moment: "Who made you the Princess Consort of Jing?"

Madam Wen gritted her teeth; she could already taste the metallic sweetness in her throat.

Wen Shuyao and the magpie came here on purpose to ridicule her.

Although she didn't know their purpose, she knew she absolutely couldn't let them succeed.

Seeing that she was suppressing her anger, Wen Shuyao said, "Madam Wen must be very curious at this moment as to why I suddenly made trouble and brought you to the Dali Temple?"

Many thoughts flashed through Madam Wen's mind, but under Wen Shuyao's gaze, her face remained stiff as she controlled herself to not reveal any thoughts that could be detected.

"It's actually very simple." Wen Shuyao smiled. "You've used Manager Yuan for so many years, you know her character better than anyone. How could someone like her not have any leverage on her side?"

This time, Madam Wen could no longer control her expression. She immediately looked up and stared intently at Wen Shuyao: "What do you mean by that?"

“I just wanted to tell you,” Wen Shuyao smiled, “that I have already found evidence that you poisoned my mother.”

These words struck Madam Wen like a thunderbolt. She swayed, barely able to control her emotions, and collapsed against the railing.

"This is impossible!" Madam Wen's eyes showed obvious panic. She gritted her teeth and said, "How could she have evidence that I never did this?"

"Your mother died of illness!" Madam Wen shouted angrily. "If you have anyone to blame, it's that she was unlucky and couldn't enjoy the wealth and luxury of the Duke of Wen's mansion!"

At this point, Madam Wen spoke sharply, "Wen Shuyao, Manager Yuan's evidence was just something he made up on the spot, and you actually believed it?"

"Besides, if you really had evidence, why would you go through all that trouble to arrest me on this charge?"

Madam Wen was not stupid; she had already figured out the key to it, and she regained her confidence.

However, in Wen Shuyao's eyes, her questioning was extremely weak and powerless.