Chapter 504: Even if it is power that oppresses people, what can you do?

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Mrs. Lin's expression changed immediately.

The maid standing beside him was also startled by this man's sudden betrayal in the hall.

This is completely different from what they had agreed upon before.

If he takes the money but doesn't do the job, does he want to die?

Qiu Yuanzheng sat behind his desk, his face sullen as he said, "Let him go first. I want to hear his honest confession."

Two yamen runners picked up the man.

The man shrank his neck and trembled as he said, "My Lord, please understand. I dare not say a word of falsehood."

He looked around and his eyes were fixed on the maidservant beside Madam Lin.

"It was her! She was the one who gave me two taels of silver and asked me to come to the court to testify."

The maid's expression suddenly changed, and she said sternly, "What nonsense are you talking about? When did I ever give you any money?"

The man fumbled around in his chest and pulled out a silver ingot. He said firmly, "This ingot of silver is what she gave me. I'll have ten more taels after I finish this."

"Master Qiu, this person is completely lying!"

The maid quickly knelt down and kowtowed, saying, "I hope you will see clearly and clear my name."

Qiu Yuanzheng asked quietly, "Are you saying that the witness you found changed his testimony on the spot and accused you?"

The maid gritted her teeth and replied "yes" reluctantly.

Even she herself felt that this reason was far-fetched.

But it is true.

When Mrs. Lin heard this, she almost fainted from anger.

What kind of people is Zhuang Shihan looking for? They are all unreliable stuff, each one more useless than the other.

She forced herself to cheer up and questioned the man, "Let me ask you, my General's Mansion has no grudges against you.

Who bribed you to change your confession in front of the Dali Temple?

Do you know that anyone who dares to bear false witness will be punished with forty strokes of the cane and a three-thousand-mile exile?"

The man was even more frightened when he heard this, and stammered, "When she gave me the silver, she wrapped it in a handkerchief, and I kept it specially."

As he spoke, he pulled out a handkerchief from his bosom and shook it in the air.

On one corner of the handkerchief, there was a red plum blossom embroidered.

The maid's face suddenly lost all color, and she murmured, "No, this is impossible."

As she spoke, she hurriedly searched her sleeves, but she couldn't find the handkerchief she had brought with her when she went out.

In this situation, what could Qiu Yuanzheng not understand?

With a sullen face, he scolded, "You wicked slave! How dare you collude with others to give false testimony in the hall? What do you think the Dali Temple is?

Come, take this lawless slave down and punish him severely!"

Madam Lin suddenly became anxious and said angrily, "Let's see who dares!"

She actually wished that Qiu Yuanzheng would drag this little bitch who hurt her away and skin her alive to relieve her hatred.

But now they are all on the same boat, and if the boat capsizes, no one will have an easy time.

Once this little bitch is convicted, she, as her master, will definitely be held responsible.

If she couldn't bear the torture and started biting around, wouldn't Qiu Yuanzheng, whose butt was about to be bent to the horizon, take the opportunity to make a big fuss?

It would be a small matter for her to be reprimanded by His Majesty at that time. The most important thing is that her family's reward was delayed.

She would never allow anyone to stand in the way of her son's success.

Qiu Yuanzheng asked, "Ms. Lin He, are you openly trying to obstruct my judgment?"

Madam Lin rolled her eyes and said, "You are biased. I want to see His Majesty."

If he continues to judge like this, even if Song is guilty, he will become innocent.

Her family member Feng'er suffered so much and lost half of Song's life. She couldn't swallow this.

As long as he sees His Majesty, he will never let her off easily just because she dared to seduce His Royal Highness Prince Jin.

Being accused of partiality, Qiu Yuanzheng's face turned even darker, "What a unreasonable woman! You arranged for the servants in the mansion to bribe witnesses in an attempt to slander the prince and princess. This is one of the reasons.

After the matter was exposed, not only did he not repent, he even dared to accuse me in court. This is the second reason.

I want to see how you handle these two serious crimes."

He shouted coldly, "Come here, take this lawless madwoman down and keep her under strict supervision!"

Without waiting for Madam Lin to retort, he continued, "You don't have to go see His Majesty. I'll go for you."

Madam Lin angrily said, "My daughter-in-law is the current princess. How dare you treat me like this?"

The maidservant beside her hurriedly shouted, "Old Madam, be careful with your words!"

She was about to be thrown into jail, how could Madam Lin remain calm?

She pulled the maid over, raised her hand and slapped her hard in the face, angrily demanding, "Little bitch, didn't you say you had already made arrangements and that it was foolproof?"

The maid was frightened by Madam Lin. She didn't care about the pain and quickly reached out to cover her mouth, but she grabbed it and bit it hard.

She struck the maid with a fatal blow, and she screamed in pain.

Qiu Yuanzheng ordered coldly, "Quick, separate the two of them!"

The bailiff who took action apologized and forcibly pried open Madam Lin's mouth, freeing the maid's hand that was bitten and bloody.

The wound was so deep that the bone was visible, and blood was oozing out.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like the wound that could be bitten by a seriously ill old woman.

Madam Lin spat out the blood in her mouth and said with a ferocious look on her face, "You little bitch, you're more likely to cause trouble than to help. When we get back, I'm going to break your legs."

She seemed to have thought of something, reached out and touched her legs, and suddenly collapsed and shouted: "My legs, where are my legs?"

As she spoke, she cursed incoherently, crying and laughing at the same time.

Sometimes she scolded the bitch for her incompetence, and sometimes she scolded the little bitch for being vicious and wanting to kill her son. She acted like a madman.

Qiu Yuanzheng hurriedly ordered, "Come here, hold this crazy woman down and don't let her hurt the prince."

"No need." Mo Jinchuan stopped her, his eyes cold as he said, "She can no longer stand up."

Hearing this, Qiu Yuanzheng looked at Madam Lin's legs, which remained motionless no matter how hard she tried.

His expression suddenly changed, and he said sternly, "Come here, drag this vicious and heartless slave away and punish her severely!"

The maid covered her hand, which was dripping with blood, and argued, "No, I didn't do anything. You can't torture me."

Qiu Yuanzheng said with a cold expression, "I want to see which is harder, the whip in the torture chamber or your words."

As she was dragged out by two yamen runners, the maidservant continued to shout, "Under the Emperor's feet, are you trying to force a confession?"

"Wait." Mo Jinchuan said coldly.

The bailiff stopped immediately and several pairs of eyes fell on him.

Qiu Yuanzheng frowned and asked respectfully, "Does Your Majesty have any other instructions?"

Mo Jinchuan's thin lips moved slightly and he uttered two words.

"search."

Hearing this, the maid's expression suddenly changed, and she said angrily: "I am not a prisoner, you have no right to search me!"

She looked at Mo Jinchuan and asked, "Does His Royal Highness Prince Jin also want to use his power to oppress others?"

"How dare you!" Qiu Yuanzheng scolded coldly.

The maid didn't even look at him, but stared at Mo Jinchuan.

A sentence echoed in my ears.

"Prince Jin cherishes his reputation the most. By leveraging this, perhaps he can save your life."

Mo Jinchuan raised his eyes, met hers filled with expectation, curled his lips and asked, "I am powerful and oppressive, what can you do?"