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Fang Xiaoru looked at him with complicated eyes.

"Cheng Yushi," he said, "do you know how dangerous what you did this time is?"

"I know."

"Then you still do it?"

"If we don't do it," Cheng Hechuan said, "Chen Ning will die. If someone who doesn't deserve to die dies, I will have nightmares for the rest of my life."

Fang Xiaoru was silent for a moment, then suddenly stood up and bowed deeply to him.

"Cheng Yushi," he said, "I really admire him."

Cheng Hechuan quickly supported him: "Mr. Fang, what are you doing? You're hurting me."

Fang Xiaoru stood up straight and looked into his eyes.

"I have met too many people in the past few years in the East Palace. Some people talk about benevolence, justice and morality, but secretly engage in male theft and female prostitution. Some people say they serve the country and the people, but they actually do it to get promoted and get rich. But you are different."

"How do you know I'm different?" Cheng Hechuan asked.

"Because what you did is of no benefit to you." Fang Xiaoru said, "Chen Ning is not related to you, so if you save him, you won't get any benefit, but you will risk beheading him. There are not many people in this world who are willing to do such stupid things."

Cheng Hechuan smiled bitterly: "Mr. Fang, are you praising me or scolding me?"

"I praise you." Fang Xiaoru smiled, "I praise you sincerely."

That afternoon, Cheng Hechuan went to the prison door of the Criminal Department.

When Chen Ning was taken out of prison, Cheng Hechuan could hardly recognize him.

Although this man was timid when he was at Yushitai, he was a clean and decent official.

What now?His hair was as messy as a bird's nest, his beard was all over his face, his official robe was wrinkled like a rag, and he exuded an unpleasant smell.

But the moment he saw Cheng Hechuan, his cloudy eyes suddenly lit up.

"Cheng...Cheng Yushi?" Chen Ning's voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.

"Brother Chen," Cheng Hechuan stepped forward and held his arm, "It's okay."

Chen Ning burst into tears.

He squatted on the ground and cried like a child.

Cheng Hechuan stood there and patted him on the shoulder, not knowing what to say.

He has seen the tragedy of the Hu Weiyong case written in history books, involving more than 30,000 people and a river of blood.

But no matter how cruel those words are, they are just words.

At this moment, he was standing in front of a survivor who came out of the Hu Weiyong case alive, and the impact was completely different.

This person is real.

His tears were real, his fear was real, and his joy after the disaster was real.

Cheng Hechuan suddenly felt that the calm analysis and objective discussion he had made when writing the paper were so insignificant when faced with a living person.

"Brother Chen," Cheng Hechuan waited for him to cry enough and helped him stand up, "His Majesty demoted you to be a county magistrate in Jiangxi. Although it is a poor place, at least you are alive. When you get there, do your job well and don't cause trouble."

Chen Ning wiped his face and nodded.

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