The teacher became too flustered, “How can you still bring the poor nuns back to Beijing? The death of Miss Liu really has nothing to do with Antang. Gongzi Liu can testify for us. They sent the people, and they know Liu best. What kind of temper is the girl.”
Liu Yan was watching the attendants packing the cages on the carriage, and came forward upon hearing the words, “Catch the head, the teacher and the others do take good care of them on weekdays.”
Wu Xiang raised his eyebrows, “Even if you are not criminals, you are also circumstantial evidence. It is common for you to return to Beijing for questioning. If you explain neatly, it will only delay your day’s work. If you still cover up, you will not be forgiven.”
Qingyin and Qingshuang, who was taken away by name, both looked timid. The teacher pressed his lips too much and his eyes couldn’t help falling on Liu Yan, but Liu Yan avoided a bit. Finally, the teacher gritted his teeth and said, “That’s it, I will go tonight. A trip to the yamen prison.”
Qingshuang and Qingshuang knew that there was no more room for change, and they both showed disappointment. Qingshuang glared at her with resentment, seeming to blame her for being too loud, and she wanted to talk for a while, and screamed and did not dare to speak.
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