The bailiff who spoke was the one who exchanged glances with Ning Qiuze in the court. Song Qianning rolled her eyes secretly.

When she looked up, she politely declined: "The account book isn't a heavy item anyway, I'll keep it by myself."

The yamen runner stood in front of Song Qianning and insisted, "That won't do. The account book is used as evidence and is public property. How can Miss Song take it? I should keep it."

Hearing this, Song Qianning shook her head: "Brother Yamen Runner also said that the account book is something so important. It will be used as evidence in court later. Naturally, I have to keep it myself. Otherwise, it will be difficult to explain if any problems arise. So I won't bother you anymore."

After being rejected by Song Qianning three times, the yamen runner's eyes flashed with dissatisfaction. He blocked her way and said, "Miss Song, please don't be polite with me. I am a yamen official. It is my duty to help keep the evidence. If anything happens to the evidence on the way, it will not be good for Miss Song."

Song Qianning was afraid that something would go wrong if she handed the account book to the yamen runner. She kept smiling and still politely refused.

Seeing this, the yamen runner wanted to get angry but couldn't, so he simply stood up and reached out to the account book.

As he stretched out his hand and pulled the account book towards him, he said, "I will take good care of something as important as the account book. Miss Song, you can rest assured to leave it to me."

As he spoke, the yamen runner's face was full of righteousness: "Or Miss Song, you can't even trust the people in my yamen?"

"Of course not."

As the two were pulling each other, someone's hand accidentally touched the teapot on the table.

The teapot was knocked over in an instant, and as luck would have it, all the tea spilled onto the account book that the two men were pulling.

In less than a few seconds, the account book was completely soaked and the air around was silent.

Seeing the account book soaked through, the yamen runner breathed a sigh of relief without leaving a trace. The next second, his face turned cold again and he pretended to be annoyed: "Miss Song, why are you so careless?!"

He pointed at the soaked account book, his voice tinged with rebuke, "If you had honestly handed the account book to me and let me keep it for you, all this trouble wouldn't have happened. Now look what happened, the account book is soaked through."

"The prefect specifically instructed us to take good care of the account books. Now they're soaking wet. How are we going to explain this to the prefect when we get back? Humph, pack up quickly and come back with me to the government office so we can have a proper talk with the prefect."

In just a few words, he put all the blame on Song Qianning alone.

After the account book was wet by the tea, Song Qianning lowered her head uneasily, and her hands were shaking as she flipped through the book.

She wanted to open the account book, but in the end she couldn't bring herself to do it. She could only sigh deeply and mutter to herself, "This account book is the thing that can prove my innocence. Now it's soaked, and the last bit of evidence is gone. How am I going to prove my innocence to the prefect later?"

When the yamen runner next to him heard Song Qianning's words, he didn't show it on his face, but he became more and more proud in his heart.

An ordinary woman actually dares to go against their prefect. She really overestimates her own abilities.

Anyway, the wet account book could no longer be used as evidence, so the bailiff did not fight with Song Qianning for it.

He coughed lightly, his face full of impatience: "Hurry up, if you delay any longer and make the prefect anxious, you will suffer the consequences."

After shaking his head and sighing for a while, Song Qianning took the wet account book and followed several yamen runners to the government office.

After returning to the government office, Ning Qiuze in the hall noticed the wet account book in Song Qianning's hand at first sight.

Because so much water was spilled on the account book, the wet marks could be seen from a distance.

Noticing Ning Qiuze's gaze, the yamen runner nodded at him while Song Qianning was not paying attention.

After receiving the signal from the yamen runner, Ning Qiuze felt relieved and a satisfied smile flashed across his face.

Now the account book is completely wet. No matter how capable Song Qianning is, she has no way to restore the account book to its original state. She can only obediently allow herself to be punished and slaughtered.

Restraining his smug expression, Ning Qiuze slammed the gavel heavily. "Song Qianning, you said you wanted to use the account book as evidence, and I've already granted you permission. I wonder where the account book is? Show it to me."

"Your Excellency." Song Qianning's face was full of embarrassment. "Just now in the restaurant, the account book got wet, and all the evidence is in the account book. I'm afraid..."

She didn't say the last words, her face full of uneasiness, which made Ning Qiuze even more proud.

So, he cleared his throat and said hypocritically, "I have already given you one chance. I can't give you a second chance. First, open the account book and take a look. Maybe the handwriting in it can still be read."

Having said that, everyone present knew that it was impossible.

The account book is written in ink, and once it is soaked in water, the handwriting will be completely destroyed.

Song Qianning had a bitter face, as if she couldn't resist Ning Qiuze's words, and spread out the account book in public.

After seeing the contents of the account book clearly, the entire courtroom fell silent. Song Qianning also exclaimed in surprise, her face full of joy: "The prefect was right. The handwriting in the account book can actually be read clearly."

The handwriting and numbers on the open account book were clear and not affected at all by water.

Ning Qiuze's expression froze on his face, and he looked at Song Qianning's hand in disbelief. The yamen runner next to him almost popped his eyes out.

He saw clearly at the restaurant that the account book was clearly soaked with water, so how could there be no problem at all?

Taking in everyone's expressions, Song Qianning lowered her head and pretended to look at the account book carefully.

The account book was indeed wet with tea, but she later used magic to restore the writing on it.

Without revealing a single word, Song Qianning's face was filled with unconcealed surprise, and she even said, "Thank God for your blessing. Please review this, Your Excellency."

Not wanting to give up, Ning Qiuze took the account book and opened it without giving up.

The words on it could be vaguely seen from a long distance away, and it was even clearer when you got closer, but Ning Qiuze was not happy at all.

When holding the account book in my hand, I could clearly feel the wetness on it, even the pages were stuck together, but the handwriting was not affected at all.

It's really weird.

Turning from the first page to the last, Ning Qiuze hardly saw any handwriting damaged by water. It was extremely clear at a glance, and the accounts on it were also clear.

Even the handwriting and accounts were so clear that he couldn't find any faults.

Putting the account book down with a grim expression, Ning Qiuze snorted coldly, his expression hypocritical and serious: "The two account books need to be consistent. Although there is no problem with the handwriting in the account book, the account does not match the official register."

"Now the two accounts are completely inconsistent and the accounts don't match. In the case of inconsistency, the private account still cannot be counted, and the official account must be taken as the standard."