Be a small county magistrate in ancient times

Madam Mao shook her head. "I don't understand."

Meng Changqing glanced at Chu Mufeng.

Chu Mufeng asked, "Is there anything I can't hear?"

Xi Bei coughed awkwardly twice, thinking to herself that Chang Qing's eyes were too obvious. At home, he said that Ba Fang couldn't hold back his bad farts, but how come you can hold them back?

“No, not at all.” Meng Changqing looked directly at Madam Mao and said seriously, “As everyone knows, I am a member of the Crown Prince’s faction. Based on my previous understanding, Feng Zhong’an is very likely a member of the Third Prince’s faction.”

If you involve me, the matter will turn into a partisan struggle. Even if it reaches the Emperor, it will come to nothing and will not benefit your request in the slightest.

After listening, Chu Mufeng thought to himself that these were words he really shouldn't have heard.

"I think if you had other ideas, you wouldn't be asking me for help." Meng Changqing was being practical. Since he couldn't offer any real assistance, he would at least help analyze the situation and come up with some suggestions.

Madam Mao nodded, her eyes fixed on Meng Changqing, clearly conveying six words: Please! Help me!
"I really don't know what to do."

Meng Changqing said, "The most important thing right now is to ensure your own safety."

The other party hasn't made a move against you. Is it because they haven't found a suitable opportunity? Or do they feel you don't pose a threat?
If it's the former, then you're in danger. Even if it's the latter, once you start seeking justice for Lord Mao, won't the other side resort to desperate measures?

Madam Mao's gaze was firm, without the slightest fear. "What is there to fear in death? I only fear dying an unjust death."

“Madam has backbone, but she’s dead. What’s the point of talking about innocence now? Just like Lord Mao.” Meng Changqing said solemnly, “You must ensure your own safety. Only then is anything possible.”

"Yes," said Madam Mao. "Thank you for your advice, sir, but please show me the way."

"Why don't we try to find Lord Hua?" Meng Changqing said. "The old magistrate cherishes the younger generation. If he learns that Lord Mao has been wronged, he will surely be willing to help. If that doesn't work, then we'll have to turn to Magistrate Sun."

“But Magistrate Sun is not…” Madam Mao had barely begun her sentence when Meng Changqing knew what she was going to say.

"Although Magistrate Sun will soon be returning to his hometown, he is still a magistrate. As long as he is willing to keep records, the magistrates and prefects who take office after him will not ignore this matter, unless they are too outrageous."

Madam Mao felt the outlook was not optimistic, as it was completely different from what she had envisioned discussing with Meng Changqing.

Meng Changqing has connections in the capital, and his words can even reach the highest levels of government.

It's great that he's willing to help, but why is this involving partisan politics?
Madam Mao couldn't be sure whether Meng Changqing was telling the truth or just making excuses.

“Madam Mao, this is my county yamen’s clerk.” Meng Changqing introduced Xi Bei to the person in front of him. “He is a reliable person. If you have no one else to rely on, my clerk can escort you to Hongjia County.”

"Thank you for your kindness, Lord Meng, but it's not necessary." Madam Mao stepped back to the horse. "I'm sorry to have troubled you."

After saying this, she mounted her horse and rode away.

Meng Changqing looked in the direction she left and saw that she was still following the same path. How vigilant she was!

Meng Changqing thought to himself, "Luckily, it wasn't her who wanted to kill Mao Chunfang."

Back in Beishan County, Meng Changqing waited to hear news from Hongjia County.

Several days passed, but instead of news from Hongjia County, they received news of the new prefect's arrival. (End of Chapter)