Who exactly is this Zhao Ruojin?

"What, at this point, is there anything that Magistrate Huang can't say?" Su Ruojin looked at Magistrate Huang, while Su Wenzhou beside her also looked nervous.

However, Huang Tongpan's previous answer made Su Ruojin somewhat believe that he really hadn't written it.

People's subconscious generally doesn't lie.

"Indeed, now that things have come to this, I have nothing to hide. Miss Zhao, someone did give me some people's handwriting and asked me to imitate it to write a few letters, but those letters were just ordinary family letters, and even a few copied poems. There were no letters of treason or collusion with the enemy, but..."

At this point, Magistrate Huang seemed to remember something, stopped speaking, and frowned.

"But what?"

"However, the money they offered was very high. They gave me a hundred taels of silver for copying one letter. I copied thirty letters in total, and they gave me three thousand taels of silver."

"Who is the other party?" Su Ruojin's eyes were somewhat obscure.

"I really don't know. The other person was wearing a mask when they contacted me, but their accent sounded somewhat like that of someone from Beili."

Beili people!

"Do you still have those handwriting samples they asked you to imitate?"

"No, they took everything back after we finished copying it, but I remember the handwriting and can rewrite it."

"Then I'll have to trouble Magistrate Huang. As long as you can write it down, I guarantee that Yundie and your son will be safe and sound."

They brought Judge Huang back to the courtyard and made him write down the handwriting of the three men.

"Prefect Huang, do you remember what they asked you to copy?" Su Ruojin looked at the three handwritings and a cold smile appeared on her lips.

“I remember, it was a mixed bag, there were letters to family, there was the Three Character Classic…” Judge Huang recited them one by one.

It's really just ordinary content.

"Then..." Su Ruojin was about to ask more questions when she heard a whooshing sound coming from the courtyard.

Then rockets were seen hitting the windows and doors, and fires quickly broke out.

"Be careful, Third Brother, protect Lord Jin!"

Master Jin?

What, Lord Jin?

Judge Huang was stunned for a moment, forgetting the situation at hand.

He suddenly remembered something, turned his head, and saw a face he recognized in the crowd.

He had been so tense that he hadn't had time to pay attention to who was in Zhao Ruojin's group.

It was only then that they noticed that Prefect Jin Chuan of Ningcheng was also dressed in black and hidden in the group. What he had just said...

Huang Tongpan's face was as white as a dead man's, and his body began to tremble slightly.

The reason he spoke so decisively and without hesitation was not because he had given up, but because he firmly believed that even if Zhao Ruojin knew all this, what difference would it make if Lord Tong let them leave?

But to his utter surprise, Zhao Ruojin had actually invited the prefect of Ningcheng as well!

This means that everything he confessed was overheard by the prefect.

Now he has no choice but to admit it.

No, no, no!

no!

We absolutely cannot let these people leave this courtyard alive!

Fortunately, Lord Tong sent someone.

A fierce glint flashed in Huang Tongpan's eyes. Taking advantage of a moment when no one was paying attention, he flung open the door and shouted, "They're here!"

Liu Jing immediately knocked Huang Tongpan unconscious with a single palm strike.

You can't kill people!

The rockets outside are getting denser and denser.