The surroundings seemed to have quieted down. Jiang Zhaorong stood there quietly, his pupils trembling constantly, as if he was engaged in a fierce ideological struggle.

After a long time, Shi An heard him sigh softly.

“Then come according to the law.”

Shi An bowed and walked out, opening the file, speaking in a high voice: "The criminals Jiang and Gao have been convicted of stealing property and confusing bloodlines. They are guilty of multiple crimes and will be imprisoned for the time being. Once the adulterer, the gardener, is caught, he will be beheaded in public at three o'clock in the afternoon! The child is innocent, so I will leave his fate to the Prime Minister."

Jiang Jianjin and Gao suddenly collapsed to the ground, their vision went black, they were heartbroken, and they fell to the ground, breaking down and crying loudly.

After sadness comes anger.

Jiang Jianjin's scarlet eyes were filled with hatred. He suddenly stood up and rushed to Jiang Zhaorong at a speed that no one else expected, with a cold light shining faintly on his hands.

[Oh my god, this is a sneak attack without any moral principles, huh?]

No one expected this scene. They stood there with their mouths slightly open. Jiang Zhaorong's eyes were full of Jiang Jianjin's movements stabbing towards him, but his feet seemed to be rooted and unable to move.

At the critical moment, Jiang Zhiyu moved as fast as lightning and stood in front of Jiang Zhaorong. He grabbed Jiang Jianjin's wrist holding the knife and twisted it hard. Jiang Jianjin screamed in pain and the knife fell to the ground. Then Jiang Zhiyu flashed behind him and with a click, his shoulder joint was dislocated.

Jiang Zhiyu let go of her hand, and Jiang Jianjin rolled on the ground in pain, holding his arm that he couldn't lift, and screaming in pain.

Jiang Zhiyu looked at Jiang Zhaorong: "Are you okay?"

The surroundings were so quiet that one could hear a pin drop, and everyone stared at her blankly.

Jiang Zhiyu frowned and called out a few more times before Jiang Zhaorong finally responded and coughed softly, "No, nothing happened. Thanks to Zhiyu."

Jiang Zhaorong was proud at first that his daughter was not only good at archery but also had superb martial arts skills. Then he looked at Jiang Jianjin lying on the ground with disappointment.

"You want to kill me?"

Jiang Jianjin spat lightly: "Of course, we are brothers after all. If I want to die, how can I let you live alone?!"

[Okay, this also has some crazy attributes. ]

Jiang Zhaorong's brewing anger was immediately dissipated by her words.

Jiang Zhaorong was surprised to find that his own brother was not surprised or angry at all when he heard such words. He looked at Jiang Jianjin with indifference in his eyes.

"Back then, I did my best to protect you under the command of the Holy Lord and spared your life. Now, you should return this life to me."

"What do you mean by 'strong protection'? The Emperor never wanted to kill me. You're just being clever. Do you really think I'm completely clueless?"

Jiang Zhaorong finally felt something was wrong.

"Why are you so sure the Emperor won't kill you? The disaster relief funds you embezzled were delayed for dozens of days, resulting in tens of thousands of casualties! Why do you think the Emperor won't kill you and will let you go just by asking you to hand over your house and money? Your immediate superior, Ma An, the former Minister of Revenue, was executed by the Emperor! Why do you think the Emperor will let you go just because you pay the money?!"

Jiang Jianjin looked at him in astonishment.

For the first time, his eyes revealed helplessness, and he mumbled, "No, that's not right. I only took a few hundred taels. How could this happen?"

Jiang Zhaorong sighed softly, "Forget it. It's meaningless to talk about this now. I will send Brother Heng back home. What happens next is up to him. I only have one last thing to say to you: in the next life, let's not be brothers anymore."

He turned around, and Jiang Jianjin looked at his back, unable to say anything.

Shi An quickly asked the guards to take the man away.

All the prisoners were pressed down, and the hall suddenly became eerily quiet.

Shi An pursed his lips and said, "... Miss Third's martial arts skills are excellent, just as good as her archery skills. The Prime Minister really taught her well."

Jiang Zhaorong's expression softened: "No, no, they are all just as smart as young fish."

"With such high martial arts skills, it's a shame to stay in the backyard. Miss, please come to the Dali Temple often and sit and drink tea when you have nothing to do."

Tianqi clearly stipulated that women were not allowed to hold official positions. Jiang Zhiyu curled her lips and smiled.

"You tricked me into doing a white service?"

Bai Yi means working for free. If you are not careful, you will be used as a scapegoat by the officials.

Do I look deceptive?

Jiang Zhaorong looked at her silently. Two shallow dimples appeared on her fair and soft cheeks, and her eyes were clear and soft.

At first glance, she looks like a perfectly good girl.

Shi An laughed loudly: "Miss Third, you are wrong. Serving the people is not what you want."

Jiang Zhiyu smiled faintly and said nothing.

Although the girl in front of him looked obedient, every time they looked at each other, Shi An felt as if she could see through his thoughts.

He touched his nose guiltily and said, "How about this, we don't have to set a fixed time. How long do you stay here? I'll pay you accordingly."

[That's more like it.]

"make a deal."

The two of them finalized the deal in just a few words, and Jiang Zhaorong didn't even have a chance to speak.

Song Shiwei gritted her teeth, the pain in her body pricked her delicate nerves all the time, she couldn't help but think:

How did Jiang Jianjin just fail?!

And that bitch! When on earth did she acquire such excellent martial arts skills? Why didn't I even notice it?!

Song Shiwei was puzzled.

…

When I left the Dali Temple, although it was late at night, the streets were still brightly lit, especially the Qingfeng Pavilion on East Street and the Zuiyuelong on West Street.

Jiang Zhiyu hesitated and refused to get on the carriage.

Even without listening to her inner voice, Jiang Zhaorong could understand what she wanted to do at the moment.

As a child, it is natural to love playing.

Zhiyu helped me so much today, so I'll indulge her for once! Anyway, it's just a chance to look at some toys and eat some snacks.

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhaorong waved his hand and asked the carriage behind to take Song Shiwei back home first, then he said softly: "Where do you want to go? Dad will go with you!"

【Ah, this isn't good. 】

"Forget it, Dad. Let's go back home. It's so late and you must be tired."

Jiang Zhaorong looked at her with eyes full of heartache. How could he have believed what others said about such a sensible daughter, thinking she was naughty and even hated her?!

In a compensatory mood, Jiang Zhaorong said directly: "It's okay, Daddy is not tired. Zhiyu wants to eat or play with anything, just tell Daddy, and Daddy will buy it for you!"

[Ohhhh, there's such a good thing! Dad, you are my God!!!]

She was praising him like crazy in her heart, and Jiang Zhaorong was so happy that he couldn't see his eyes.

Then Jiang Zhiyu pointed to a tall building and said directly, "Dad, I want to go there!"

Jiang Zhaorong looked in the direction of her finger, and his eyes suddenly became numb.

Jiang Zhiyu's inner voice still echoed fearlessly in his ears:

[So exciting! Going to the duck house with my dad, hahahahaha, but I'm just going to take a look, I'm not going to do anything else! Did young men in ancient times do striptease?]

Jiang Zhaorong: “…”

Is it too late to regret now?