The head constable looked embarrassed.

“Go back and report to your prefect. Unless he has concrete evidence that the Yun siblings are related to the death of the Marquis of Xuanyi’s heir, don’t expect to lay a finger on the Yun family.”

“Sir,” the constable said with a troubled expression, “we can’t explain this to Marquis Xuanyi.”

"Who exactly is your master?"

Yi Shuihan's tone suddenly became sharp.

"Is it His Majesty, or Marquis Xuanyi?"

You disobey His Majesty's decrees and instead obey the orders of Marquis Xuanyi?

So, Marquis Xuanyi has already become all-powerful and can disregard the laws of the Great Xi Dynasty?

Do you have enough evidence to prove that the heir of the Marquis of Xuanyi was killed by the Hongyun Gang?

Is there enough evidence to prove that the Yun siblings are related to the Hongyun Gang?

Or is there enough evidence to prove that the Yun siblings were involved in the murder?

The head constable was so badly scolded that he broke out in a cold sweat and didn't dare to breathe loudly.

Yi Shuihan glanced at them and said expressionlessly, "Without any evidence, you want to take people to the Jingzhao Prefecture? I didn't know that being a prefect was so easy these days, you don't even need a brain."

The head constable wiped away a cold sweat, bowing and scraping, and said, "You're right, we'll go back and report right away."

He said to Xiao Qingyin, "I'm sorry to bother you."

Then he waved and led the group of constables away from the Yun residence.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Xiao Qingyin applauded enthusiastically.

"Thank you, Your Highness, for your eloquence in debating with the officials and protecting the peace of the Yun residence."

Yi Shuihan looked up and stared at her intently: "How are you going to thank me?"