For a moment, the scene was very tense. Jiang Fan saw it, raised his eyebrows helplessly, and then said in his unique ruffian voice, "Okay, look how scared you all are. Although I am a descendant of Prince Yangguli, my father is not from the direct lineage."

After hearing Jiang Fan's words, Deng Weimin and others not only did not feel relieved, but were as nervous as ever.

Even though Jiang Fan's father, Lord Shumulu, is not of the direct lineage, he is definitely not from some remote bloodline to be able to serve as an official in the court. No matter how he downplays his identity, behind him is still the Shumulu family with a profound foundation and great favor, which they cannot afford to offend.

Deng Weimin was even more broken out in a cold sweat. He originally thought that Jiang Ranli and Jiang Fan were just two ordinary people. Later, Jiang Ranli's true identity came to light. She was not only the legitimate daughter of Anjia Oron, but also the concubine of the Ninth Prince. Jiang Ranli's identity was extraordinary, but he never expected that Jiang Fan also had a prominent background.

Being descendants of Prince Yangguli, they were a prominent family in the Qing Dynasty.

Thinking of this, Deng Weimin looked at his daughter Deng Ningxue, his eyes almost spitting fire. He used to think that his daughter was good-looking and would marry into a good family in the future and help him in his official career. But look at him now, his official career is almost ruined by this daughter.

After Jiang Fan's true identity was revealed, the officials who had originally taken the lead in questioning Jiang Ranli and Jiang Fan suddenly became silent.

Jiang Ranli looked around, his eyebrows twitching, thinking that these people were really fence-sitters. When they didn't know their identities, they tried their best to discredit them, but when they knew their identities, they all shrank their necks more than anyone else. They were typical bullies who only cared about the strong and bullied the weak.

Next, Yinzhen said something, completely explaining that he had nothing to do with Deng Ningxue, and once again cleared Jiang Ranli's name. At this point, the farce came to an end.

Deng Ningxue's face turned pale as she fell to the ground. She had been trying to climb up by stepping on Jiang Ranli, but in the end, she fell worse than anyone else.

Deng Weimin looked at his daughter with a cold expression. He waved his hand to signal the maid to take Deng Ningxue away, and hurriedly walked to Jiang Ranli to greet him and apologize.

"Madam, my daughter is young and naive. I hope you will be magnanimous and not hold it against me. Please forgive her this time."

Hearing these words, Jiang Ranli frowned slightly. She felt that the word "naive" was really not suitable to be used on Deng Ningxue. If Deng Ningxue's actions in recent times were considered naive, then who could explain her scheming intentions?

However, although Deng Ningxue caused a lot of trouble, she could not be punished for it, or Deng Weimin could not be reprimanded for it. After all, he was an official appointed by the court, and Shandong was facing a disaster at this time, so the people should be put first.

"Although she has caused me a lot of trouble, fortunately she didn't make any big mistakes. Now everything has been explained clearly. I am not a narrow-minded person and will not care about anything. I just hope that Lord Deng, as a father, will teach his children more to avoid other problems."

Because she was the concubine of the Ninth Prince and the daughter of Anjia Oron, the general of Shandong, Jiang Ranli had to act magnanimous, even though she was jealous of Deng Ningxue's constant pestering of Yinzhen and the rumors about them being everywhere.

However, she did not just let it go. Although what she said just now sounded insignificant, it also implied that Deng Weimin would strictly discipline his daughter.