"No noise is allowed in the court!" Someone from above started banging the gavel.

Although Lu Jian was a tyrant in the village, he was not a wicked person after all. He was only a little timid and was immediately frightened by the gavel.

Su Qingluan, on the other hand, calmly looked towards the main seat above and said, "I dare not speak without thinking. I have evidence in my hand." As she spoke, she pulled out an account book from her bosom and shouted towards the crowd watching the excitement at the door, "Cousin Yaoyao, please bring the evidence over here!"

Worried that Yaoguang would kneel down in court, Su Qingluan turned around and handed the account book in her hand to the official so that they could pass it to the prefect sitting above. Su Qingluan turned around and took the account book belonging to the branch in the capital from Yaoguang.

Su Qingluan was certain that there must be a huge discrepancy between the two account books, and because she came here today, Manager Lu had no preparation at all, so it was absolutely impossible for him to forge a fake account book to deal with her audit.

She had thought that with the evidence in hand, Shopkeeper Lu would finally confess his guilt. Unexpectedly, the man began to scream hysterically, "Master Magistrate, please understand! This woman framed me. She must have forged the account books!"

"Silence!" The prefect struck the gavel again, and the officers on both sides began to use killing sticks to warn people.

Shopkeeper Lu was frightened and became obedient again, but he stared at Su Qingluan unwillingly.

Su Qingluan treated Shopkeeper Lu's reckless slander like a fool's play. "I say, why don't you make a decent excuse? Wouldn't it be clear whose handwriting is on it if we compare it? Besides, if you're trying to make a fake account book, how can you guarantee that the handwriting is consistent?"

This nonchalant question left Lu Jian completely dumbfounded.