It was just the right moment, as it was time to deliver the evening meal.
Mrs. Ling was waiting for this opportunity.
So she closed her eyes and steeled her heart, giving a signal to the maid beside her.
Then she spoke to the prison guard.
"Young brother, could you let me see what kind of food you usually eat? My son... My son's sudden demise, I wonder if it has anything to do with the food?"
The guard was so taken aback by her words that he was half petrified.
"It can't be, Mr. Ling only ate with us a few times, it shouldn't be."
But he still had someone bring the food out.
It was a simple meal with two dishes and a soup, not fancy, but hearty in portions.
Yet it didn't seem like enough for many people to eat.
So Mrs. Ling feigned curiosity and asked.
"Is this food enough to eat?"
"More than enough, since it's just for Brother Yu and me, it's enough."
"What about the others in the prison? Don't they eat with you?"
