Everyone looked at each other, trying to understand something.

What the young lady said seems to make sense.

"You've so readily labeled me a murderer without any evidence, it makes me suspect you have ulterior motives." Song Tangxue stood there calmly and confidently, as if nothing could break her spine.

"With witnesses and physical evidence, you still refuse to confess!" Father Song said in a deep voice, "Since you won't confess, then don't blame your father for being ruthless."

"If you want to find fault, you can always find a reason." Song Tangxue shouted coldly, pulling Haitang to her feet. "I have acted uprightly and stood on the side of righteousness. I have no guilt to confess today! Does Father intend to torture me into confessing?"

“In that case, let’s report this to the authorities!” Song Tangxue said, ignoring everyone’s reaction, and pulled Haitang toward the door: “Let the authorities decide who is right and who is wrong.”

Once she steps out of that door, she will have countless ways to find out the truth.

Being trapped in the courtyard like this, with people blocking the way from the other side, is undoubtedly adding insult to injury, making it impossible for him to fight back.

Unexpectedly, a servant suddenly struck out, knocking Haitang unconscious with a single palm strike, and then looked at Song Tangxue warily.

A group of people appeared and blocked the exit, clearly not intending to let anyone out.

Song Tangxue caught Haitang's limp body and glared at her angrily: "Father, what do you mean by this? Don't I even have a chance to prove my innocence?"

When something like this happens, Song's father won't consider his insignificant daughter at all; what he cares about is the honor and disgrace of the family.

We absolutely cannot let this shameful and disgraceful thing get out; how could we possibly save face then?

“Since it’s called the Song family, I can make decisions on this. You just stay quietly in the courtyard and we’ll talk about it when the truth comes out.” Father Song wasn’t afraid of this at all.

All he has to do now is suppress this matter and absolutely not let it get out.

Song Tangxue was both shocked and angry. Countless thoughts churned in her mind, and she even had the idea of ​​forcibly breaking out. But looking at Haitang with her eyes closed, she took a deep breath and held back.

"No, this matter must be reported to the authorities. If Father does not comply, I will die in this hall today to prove my innocence. Let the public have their say and see if Father can silence them!" Song Tangxue knew that if she did not insist, she would definitely be convicted!

There was no chance to retort.

As the two were arguing, footsteps sounded outside the door, and the person in the lead, dressed in an official robe, strode into the courtyard.

Song Tangxue had met him in her past life; this man was Li Zong, the Vice Minister of the Court of Judicial Review.

I remember it was because this person was someone who was at odds with Song's father politically. Now that Song's father has encountered such a thing, someone must have sent him a message.

Although he did not drink with the people in the Song family, to outsiders they were considered to be a separate entity, and if he made a fool of himself, the Song family would be implicated.

Even if he fell into Li Zong's hands, he would still suffer the same fate.

Song Tangxue took a deep breath.

When Song's father saw that Li Zong also looked unwelcoming, he said, "Lord Li is so busy with state affairs, how come you have time to come and sit in my little place?"

“I also received a letter of complaint saying that your father, Song, was wronged. As the Vice Minister of the Court of Judicial Review, it is my duty to resolve the cases of the people.” Li Zong’s words were extremely eloquent, leaving Song’s father speechless.

There were still two people lying in the hall. They couldn't deny it even if they wanted to. They had lost both their wife and their army.

Mr. Song looked at everyone in the room with an unfriendly expression.

At that moment, Song Tangxue clearly saw the smile on the lips of Song Tangli, who had previously fainted. It seemed that Song Tangli was behind Li Zong's mischief.

She was also the last one to arrive.

"Lord Li, I am Song Tangli, the eldest daughter of the Song family. Today's events are as you have seen." Song Tangxue slightly turned her body to the side, allowing Li Zong to see the two corpses in the room.

Li Zong's men immediately went over and lifted the white cloth. Li Zong, who had dealt with these dead people for many years, glanced at it but didn't say much.

“My father said as soon as he arrived that I killed this person.” Song Tangxue raised all the doubts and questions. If Li Zong was serious about solving the case, he would definitely notice the anomaly.

But clearly Li Zong was not, and all the speculations were heading in the worst possible direction.

"I understand. I will handle this matter impartially." Li Zong's noncommittal statement made Song Tangxue's heart sink to the bottom.

"Men, arrest Miss Song and all those involved in the case!"

Song Tangxue's expression changed, and she secretly gripped the porcelain bottle at her waist.

Li Zong's men woke Haitang up by pinching her, and then took away everyone in Song Tangxue's courtyard. This seemed to have given Song Tangxue a hold on her life, making her afraid to make any rash moves.

He gradually lowered the porcelain bottle he was clutching, his eyes darkening as he watched everything unfold.

Li Zong smiled slightly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes: "Miss Song, please!"

The invitation was more of a threat than an invitation.

Song's father showed displeasure, but it was only because he felt that Li Zong had forcibly arrested people in his residence without asking any questions. If we really wanted to talk about it, he was not really upset.

He wished Song Tangxue would die.

Song Tangxue, with her cold gaze, did not need the soldiers to suppress her. She followed Haitang's side, with her maids and servants following behind.

His leisurely demeanor hardly resembled that of a prisoner.

As they approached the gate, a gray-blue carriage roared past. The coachman glanced back in shock as he passed by, then immediately lifted the curtain.

Song Tangxue's view was blocked by the soldiers and she did not see this scene.

After leaving the Song residence, they hadn't gone far when the sound of the carriage returned: "Stop!"

A familiar voice came from inside the carriage. Song Tangxue could hardly believe her ears, but seeing the carriage rekindled a glimmer of hope.

The carriage curtain was lifted, and a pair of well-defined hands gripped the curtain as they looked out. The person inside the carriage was as beautiful as a gentle breeze and the bright moon.

"Thank you, Lord Xie." Li Zongyi waved his hand and bowed. "I wonder what business you have with me, Lord Xie?"

"What are you doing?" Xie Qianzhong didn't even glance at Song Tangxue. He simply got off the carriage and looked at Li Zong with his eyes lowered.

"The arrest of the suspect by the Vice Minister of Dali City is not within Lord Xie's scope of work, is it?" Li Zong retorted indifferently, and Xie Qianzhong remained silent.

Song Tangxue wanted to say something, but then she remembered that Li Zong and Xie Qianzhong seemed to be political enemies in her previous life, so she shut her mouth.

I was already caught in an undeserved disaster, and if I were to drag Xie Qianzhong down with me, I would feel somewhat guilty.

All the grievances that were about to spill out of his mouth were swallowed back down. He couldn't cause trouble for others, nor could he rely on others all the time if he wasn't strong enough.

Everything about the future is just empty talk.

"If Lord Xie has nothing else, I will take my leave." Though his words were respectful, Li Zong's face held a hint of sarcasm. Xie Qianzhong's influence was far beyond the reach of his Dali Temple.