Chapter 725: The Last Struggle (2)_1
The Ministry of Justice’s Prison was right under the Emperor’s nose—those who entered its walls were all serious and significant offenders, marked by the sovereign himself. Should any case of coercion to confess occur, a thorough investigation from above was inevitable. After all, no sovereign would allow himself to be deceived, not even by his own son.
"That’s good, that’s good. My daughter had thought that the prison would be like what the storybooks say, where suspects could be casually beaten and killed!" Mo Yan, upon hearing this, finally set aside that layer of worry.
In fact, the use of extrajudicial torture on suspects was something she knew about only from TV and movies in her past life. It seemed, then, that the laws of Great Chu were somewhat humane, but how many officials could resist temptation and strictly adhere to them was another question.
"By the way, Father, what’s with these books and this quilt?" Mo Yan touched the new cotton quilt, noting that its surface was made of the finest cloth and its cotton stuffing was soft and fluffy, clearly new as well.
Upon hearing this, Mo Qingze expressed his surprise, "Wasn’t it you who sent them last night, asking the Prison Head to deliver them to Father?"
Mo Yan was even more surprised than Mo Qingze and quickly shook her head, "Father, no, your daughter didn’t enter the city last night, so how could I have sent you books and a cotton quilt?"
At this, both father and daughter were stunned, simultaneously wondering who could have impersonated her (the daughter) to send the quilt to him (the father). Could it be some kind-hearted soul from the Ministry of Penal Affairs?
This thought had barely surfaced before both father and daughter immediately dismissed it. Among the numerous cells of the prison, they catered to many offenders, yet none were seen with quilts to cover themselves, nor books to pass the time.
Mo Yan quickly thought of someone and was moved by his attentiveness, also feeling that she had been quite inadequate as a daughter. The previous night, she had tossed and turned in bed, worried her father would be cold or hungry, yet she had not thought to send over a quilt or food to help him stave off the chill and hunger, which was truly remiss.