Zhao Han immediately began taking action.
She had a clerk take her to where the four suspects were being held.
The clerk soon led Jia Baoyu to one of the Ministry of Justice's own prisons.
Unlike the filthy, stinking cells of legend, this prison was exceptionally clean.
"My lord, this is where officials who have only recently committed offenses are temporarily held. These four have absolutely not suffered any abuse," the clerk explained at once when he noticed Jia Baoyu's doubts.
Zhao Han nodded.
Yes, disgraced officials might still be reinstated, so the Ministry of Justice would not treat them too harshly.
After all, they might find themselves in the same situation someday.
Only upon entering the Heavenly Prison would they suffer at the hands of the guards.
Those men did not care whether you were a high-ranking official. Unless you were someone special, all they saw in you was silver—silver, and more silver.
Too many disgraced officials had been tortured to death by prison guards.
Clearly, the officials attached great importance to the four men named "Benevolence, Righteousness, Propriety, and Wisdom."
The four were imprisoned separately, naturally to prevent the real murderer from killing the others in the middle of the night. After all, no one yet knew who the killer was.
It also prevented them from coordinating their stories.
Zhao Han first went to the Grade-A cell holding Zhao Youren.
"Zhao Youren, Master Jia has come to see you. Whatever he asks, answer truthfully!" the clerk said, knocking on the bars.
A large, fair, fat man in brocade immediately sprang up from the corner inside!
You deserve to bear the surname Zhao? Zhao Han thought sourly as she saw the fat man through the gaps in the bars.
He was an embarrassment to the Zhao family.
Zhao Youren