A moment later, Li Nuo walked out of the county jail.
This girl knew the difference between right and wrong.
That stab had repaid him for the knife wound he'd given her.
Though Li Nuo hadn't stabbed her himself, he wasn't going to quibble over that anymore.
Before leaving, Li Nuo reminded Pei Zhe to have someone treat her wound and move her to a better cell.
If her wound went untreated, she might die in jail.
The county jail had limited facilities. The single cell she occupied was already considered decent. Only after the Ministry of Justice reviewed the case file and transferred the prisoner from the county office would prisoners be placed under unified management.
On the way back to Li Manor, Li Nuo was desperate to know what his father had done all these years to earn such a string of accusations: forming cliques for personal gain, abusing his authority, betraying his principles, embezzling and breaking the law, murdering loyal officials, treating human life as dirt...
He glanced at Steward Wu beside him. The man probably wouldn't tell him much about these things.
But Steward Wu had been right about one thing: there was no clear line between upright officials and treacherous ones. If Li Nuo wanted answers, it was best to seek them out himself.
The answer mattered a great deal to him.
When he returned to Li Manor and reached his courtyard, Li Nuo was surprised to find his wife there.
On the street earlier, he'd had a feeling something might happen, but without his wife by his side, he still wouldn't have been able to dodge that knife. Li Nuo went over to her and said, "Back there on the street... thank you, my wife."
Song Jiaren said softly, "We're family. There's no need