The forensic princess is not easy to be!

Chapter 92 Give You a Chance to Care About Me
"The case of Linglongyu's disappearance is also a case of our Dali Temple. I am concerned about your son and worry about your son." Su Qingran flattered her.

Although she is not in a hurry or impatient, she is actually concerned about Linglongyu's news every day.

But the man next to him was as dark as a fox, and she was afraid that asking too many questions would arouse his suspicion, so she could only make insinuations like this.

"You care about me?" Murong Che froze and looked at her.

"Concerned, especially concerned." Su Qingran said with a smile.

Murong Che covered his mouth and coughed lightly, "Since you are particularly concerned, you can serve me with medicine."

"This..." The smile on Su Qingran's face froze instantly when he heard the words.

"Han Qing, there was a big fire last night. Murong suffered from an old illness in order to save you. You should take care of the medicine." Bai Lihe also smiled.

"So, thank you so much, son." Su Qingran hehe.

When she entered the palace, this man mentioned it, and she pretended to be stupid to expose him, but she didn't expect to come back now.

Although she didn't want to serve this man, she was still grateful when she learned that he suffered from an old illness because of saving her.

It's just that she won't show her gratitude, otherwise this man might take the opportunity to blackmail her again.

"You don't have to thank me, this son is just to satisfy you and give you a chance to care about me."

Nonsence!

Su Qingran immediately wanted to scold someone, how shameless this person is to say such shameless words without blushing!
Gouged him out with a knife, but he ignored him the whole time. Su Qingran was so angry that she grinded her teeth behind him.

Soon, Bailihe led them to the cell where the people complaining about injustice were held.

At Haishi, the night was dark.

But in this cell, there were sobs and grievances.

Someone heard footsteps and hurriedly crawled over from the ground, seeing Murong Che suddenly became excited.

"Come and see, the prince is here, the prince is here!"

The people in the cell rushed over when they heard the words, and they gathered around the wooden fence one by one.

Excited, looking around.

Some people even wept with joy, wiped away their tears and said in a sobbing voice: "The prince has finally come, we are saved!"

"I beg my son to save us, save us..."

As one person knelt down, the rest followed him.

Murong Che stepped forward, frowned and said: "Get up first, those who are suffering will complain about suffering, and those who are wronged will complain."

"My son, it's like this. We all lost our daughters at home and came to Jingzhao Mansion to report the crime. Not only did Mr. Zhou not find our daughters for us, but he also locked us up?"

"You were detained here without any reason?"

One of them said with a bitter face: "No, those of us imprisoned here have come to Jingzhao Mansion to report several cases. Mr. Zhou thought we were too annoying, so he imprisoned us."

"It's obvious that he is incompetent. He is afraid that we will not find our lost daughter, which will affect his reputation and his official career!"

"Then how long did he say he would lock you up?"

"Master Zhou said that as long as we are obedient, we will be released if we don't come to Jingzhao Mansion to report the crime. However, our daughter has been missing for so long, and we don't know whether it is dead or alive. How can parents ignore it?"

"Yes, the daughter is also a piece of flesh that fell from the mother." A woman wiped her tears as she said.

"In that case, you should go home first." Murong Che told Bailihe to let him go.

"My lord, you let us go, do you want to help us find our daughter?" Everyone became excited.

Murong Che nodded slightly, "Go back first, if there is any news, the people from Dali Temple will inform you."

　I have been working on the manuscript for the past two days, and I always feel that I am not very satisfied with the writing. I may revise it tomorrow. If it is revised, I will notify everyone. I hope you can forgive me. Qingjiu is an obsessive-compulsive disorder. Hug everyone, I owe two chapters.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)