The woman nodded calmly.

She stood there, thin but straight, facing the ferocious officers and soldiers, as if the tense and depressing atmosphere around her had nothing to do with her.

The soldier had a face full of flesh, and his eyes, like copper bells, were wide open and bloodshot, revealing ferocity and majesty.

The long sword at his waist flashed with cold light, and the blade swayed gently with his movements. The sharp blade was almost touching the woman's head. As long as he moved slightly, he could easily cut the woman's skin.

But the woman seemed to be completely unaware of the danger and her expression remained unchanged.

Her eyes were clear and calm, without any fear or panic. She just looked at the officers and soldiers quietly, as if everything before her was just an illusory farce.

Her lips were tightly pursed, with the corners of her mouth slightly turned down, revealing a stubbornness and tenacity.

"How dare you, woman, be so perfunctory! I'm asking you questions, and you'd better answer honestly!"

Seeing her like this, the officers and soldiers became even more enraged. With a "swish", they drew out their long swords, and the blade flashed a cold light in the air. With a "clang", they chopped the table next to them heavily, causing the pens and ink on the table to jump up, and the splashed ink stained the white paper with ink stains.

The woman just blinked slightly, slowly raised her hand and pointed to her mouth. Her movements were unhurried and she was not at all hurried by the threats from the officers and soldiers.

Her hands were slender and pale, covered with calluses and scars from long-term labor, and looked even more frail and helpless in the flickering candlelight.

When everyone's eyes followed her fingers to her mouth, they were shocked to find that she had no tongue. The dark hole in her mouth was shocking.

Su Huaiyue couldn't help but gasp, his heart tightened, and his original suspicion of the woman was instantly shaken.

Her gaze moved back and forth between the woman and the account book, her brows furrowed tightly into the shape of a "川" character, her eyes full of thought.

She knew in her heart that judging from the handwriting style, recording habits and the suspicious behavior of Wei Ersao in the past, this account was most likely done by Wei Ersao.

The woman in front of her had no tongue, which meant she couldn't properly express her grievances or defend herself. Su Huaiyue felt a strong sense of pity. Looking at the woman's calm yet desperate eyes, she felt more and more that she was misunderstood.

Perhaps someone took advantage of her inability to speak and forced her to do these things; or perhaps she was simply a poor person who was forced to take the blame.

Su Huaiyue subconsciously clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, leaving crescent-shaped marks.

She subconsciously looked at Yan Shu, only to see Yan Shu standing quietly aside with an indifferent expression, as if all this was within his expectations. He was obviously not surprised that the woman had no tongue.

There was not much expression on his face. His calm expression was like a deep lake, making it impossible to peek into his emotions.

His deep eyes were as cold as stars. When he narrowed his eyes slightly, a barely perceptible coldness flashed in his eyes, as if the panic and tension of the people in front of him were nothing but a boring farce.

Under the high nose bridge, his thin lips were slightly pursed, with cold and hard lines, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, with a hint of subtle sarcasm, as if mocking everyone for being confused by the appearance in front of them and unable to see through the complicated truth behind it.

He tilted his head slightly and casually glanced at the woman's tongueless mouth. There was no trace of pity or surprise in his eyes, as if what he saw was just an ordinary thing.

That indifferent look seemed to declare his indifference to everything in the world, and also seemed as if he had already seen through everything and was confident about the development in front of him.

Occasionally, a few rays of candlelight flickered on his face, but it did not break the cold aura around him at all. Instead, it added a sense of mystery and danger to him.

Su Huaiyue had an intuition that this woman was most likely being used as a scapegoat.

The person who dragged her to the scapegoat was Yan Shu.

She pursed her lips slightly, her originally pink lips turned white due to the force, her brows were slightly furrowed, and her eyes were full of worry and thought.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down, her mind racing as she thought about how to explain to the officers and soldiers so that they would believe that this woman might have been wrongly accused.

After sorting out his thoughts, Su Huaiyue took a small step forward, slightly turned sideways to face the officers and soldiers, his eyes sincere and firm, and was about to speak.

"Sir, in my opinion, this matter may have nothing to do with this woman. Judging from the various signs in the account book, it is more like—"

She had just said half of her words when Yan Shu seemed to have noticed her intention and spoke slowly, his voice not loud but clear, interrupting her.

"Sir, since she has agreed, why not give her some writing material and compare her handwriting with the one in the account book? That way, the truth will be revealed immediately."

Yan Shu raised his chin slightly, his eyes indifferent, as if he turned a deaf ear to Su Huaiyue's words and was only focused on his own proposal. His posture revealed an unquestionable confidence.

After hearing this, the officers and soldiers thought it made a lot of sense, so they waved their hands and ordered their men to bring pen and ink.

Su Huaiyue was interrupted, and clenched his hands into fists at his side, unable to bear the rage that was spreading wildly in his heart.

She wanted to speak more, but the writing brush and ink had already been delivered to the woman.

The woman looked at the pen and ink handed to her, frowned slightly, and a trace of struggle flashed in her eyes.

Her eyes moved between the pen and ink and the soldiers, as if she was weighing something, or as if she was afraid of something.

There was a hint of confusion and helplessness in his eyes, as if he was full of fear of what he was about to do.

But she still slowly reached out her hand and held the brush.

Her hands were shaking slightly, an uncontrollable tremor that spread from her fingertips to her wrists, causing her entire hand to tremble slightly.

When she dipped the brush in ink, her hand trembled and the ink dripped onto the table, leaving a small black stain that was particularly glaring on the white table.

At this moment, Yan Shu suddenly said, "Show her the account book. This woman may not be able to read, so she needs to see how to write it."

His voice was low and calm, as if this was just an ordinary little thing.

After hearing this, the officers and soldiers felt a little strange, but they still picked up the account book, walked up to the woman and handed it to her.

The woman stared at the handwriting in the account book for a long time without taking her eyes away, as if she wanted to carve those words into her heart.

After a long while, she slowly picked up the pen and wrote a few words on the paper.

Every time she wrote a stroke, she seemed to be struggling. Her wrist trembled slightly and her handwriting was crooked, as if she had not written for a long time. It was also as if she was trying hard to control her hand but could not steady it.

But the words written in the end were beautiful and complete.