Ming Dynasty: My Father Zhang Juzheng

Chapter 165: The Iron-willed Wang Dehan

It was dark, damp, and windy.

Inside the Jinyiwei Beizhenfu Prison, Han San was sitting alone at a square table in the middle, with wine and food on the table.

Screams were heard from the torture rooms on both sides.

The stench of decay mixed with the stench of blood entered Han San's nostrils.

Han San ignored everything and picked up his chopsticks to clean up the food and wine on the table. In a short while, the table, which was originally full of food and wine, became a mess.

Patting his stomach, Han San picked up the wine jug, poured himself a glass, and drank it in one gulp.

"Somebody come!"

"Third Master!" Immediately, a man came running over from the side.

When he saw Han San, he immediately stood there respectfully, waiting for Han San's orders. Han San glanced at him, leaned sideways and asked, "Did Wang Dehan confess?"

"He confessed some things. This is the list of people he confessed to soliciting bribes from," the lieutenant colonel said, pulling out a bloody confession paper from his arms.

Han San took it and glanced at it roughly.

It was discovered that most of them were officials from the Ministry of Revenue, and the rest were some important officials from the Ministry of Personnel. From the vice minister to the director of the department, Wang Dehan had almost all of them.

Now, he can use this list to make something of himself.

"Take us to see him."

"Yes."

In the interrogation room, Wang Dehan trembled and curled up in the east corner. On the wall to his left were various torture instruments, stained with the blood of the previous prisoner.

There was a fishy smell in the wind.

He was a coward who cowardly, and when he was caught by the Jinyiwei, he vomited as a sign of respect. He knew very well the severity of the Jinyiwei's punishment, and it was meaningless to endure it.

Instead, he let himself suffer these physical pains.

Just as he was thinking about it, the door of the interrogation room slowly opened and a ray of light came in.

He covered his eyes and looked.

Han San walked in quickly with a majestic look, and Xiaoqi behind him tactfully brought him a throne.

Han San sat down, crossed his legs, shook the list in his hand and said jokingly: "Ambassador Wang, you are really an honest official."

"Captain." Wang Dehan stood up and leaned forward, looking pitiful. Xiaoqi beside him shouted coldly: "Squat there. Who told you to stand up?"

Wang Dehan was so frightened that he shivered and stood there in a daze, looking uneasy. At this time, Han San smiled and waved his hand, motioning him to come forward and talk.

After taking a few steps forward, Wang Dehan fell to his knees and begged for mercy: "Captain, I have said everything I should say. I hope you will spare me this time because I am sensible."

"When I return, I will definitely reward you handsomely."

"Oh? What generous reward?" Han San was in a good mood and was happy to tease this guy.

Wang Dehan stood up, put his mouth close to Han San's ear and said, "I still have 3,000 acres of land in Tongzhou and Jiangnan."

Han San's eyes lit up and he gave Wang Dehan a knowing look.

Anyway, this man is going to die, so it would be a waste if we don't take this land.

Tonight’s work was not in vain. Tonight’s work was not in vain!
Knowing that there was something good to be gained, Han San perked up a bit and asked Wang Dehan: "Where is the stuff?"

"I hid them in the duty room of the government warehouse. I was planning to take them away after my probation was over." Wang Dehan replied respectfully.

Han San took note of it, then stared at Wang Dehan and asked, "I heard that you, as an ambassador, followed the path of the current Prime Minister?"

"Oh no, oh yes." Wang Dehan was so scared that he was incoherent.

"Yes or no?"

"No." Wang Dehan insisted.

Although he had some connections with the acting Prime Minister when he was the warehouse official of the Ministry of Revenue, he absolutely could not be involved. The two were both from Shanxi, and relying on this hometown friendship, he hooked up with Zhang Siwei's housekeeper. Zhang Quan.

The two hit it off immediately, and through Zhang Quan's efforts, he finally got this lucrative job as he wished.

After getting this job, Wang Dehan tried to win over officials in Beijing.

They did not dare to neglect Zhang Quan either. They indulged in eating, drinking, gambling, and whoring, and lived a life of extravagance. The two of them visited all the fun places in Beijing.

After a while, the two of them almost became brothers wearing the same crotch pants.

"You are not honest." Han San shook his head.

He slowly stood up, turned around and ran out of the interrogation room.

Wang Dehan was anxious, and he grabbed the corner of Han San's clothes, wailing: "Oh, my Third Master, everything I said is true, and I would never dare to lie to you."

Han San suddenly broke free from Wang Dehan and walked out quickly. When he stepped out of the door, he turned around and said, "Think about why we are looking for you. Think carefully and think it through. I will give you one night to think about it."

When Han San returned home, it was already five o'clock in the morning.

He simply washed up, dragged his tired body, and went to Miaolan's room to rest. Ever since he got this beauty from Aineng, Han San had no interest in his former concubine.

Apart from his first wife, this woman was the only one who could make him feel so comfortable.

Walking to the bed, taking off his clothes, Han San opened the quilt and got in. The first thing that entered his nose was a wave of hot, beautiful scent filled with a woman's fragrance.

Then, a piece of beautiful flesh, soft as cotton and hot as fire, came close to me.

How could Han San refuse the beautiful woman who threw herself into his arms?
It was the dead of night and the fire was burning fiercely.

After the lovemaking, Miaolan's face flushed, sweat dripping, and she lay on Han San's chest, exhaling the fragrance of orchid. Han San not only did not feel tired, but also the depression in his heart was swept away.

"Miao Lan." Han San called softly, patting the beauty's smooth shoulders.

"Ok?"

"Who do you think is better, us or that fat guy Hao Ren?"

After these words were spoken, Miaolan's face turned redder, and against the backdrop of the night, it looked even more alarmingly red.

She bit her lip, looking angry.

It's true that all men are bad. Not only do they mistreat women, they also like to ask such shameless questions.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Of course you are the best, Third Master."

Seeing the man asking more questions, Miaolan could only reply with a smile.

Han San was extremely satisfied. He laughed and hugged the wet beauty tightly in his arms, wishing that she could melt into his body.

After a long time, Han San finally spoke: "Miaolan, please give me a son. My wife was injured when she gave birth to Yan'er, and the doctor said that she will never be able to have children again in this life."

Miaolan's eyes were as charming as silk, and she waved her white lotus arm to hook Han San's shoulder, and said with a breath as sweet as orchid: "I am here. Whether I can give birth to a son depends on your ability, Master San."

Just this one provocation made Han San angry again.

After the two made love.

They hugged each other tightly and fell asleep.

When Han San woke up, it was already daybreak.

He slapped his forehead, cursed himself, pushed away Miaolan who was sleeping soundly on him, picked up his clothes and walked out.

At this time, a small flag suddenly came to report that a deputy minister of the Ministry of Justice was going to take Wang Dehan away.

Han San was not willing to agree and rushed straight to the yamen.

(End of this chapter)