Chapter 1290 I Have a Husband

The current emperor is very concerned about the murder case at Hongfu Inn and has directly ordered the three courts to hold a joint trial, with the Ministry of Justice, the Dali Temple and the Censorate jointly investigating the case.

They are Fang Shangshu of the Ministry of Justice, Yan Shu, the Minister of the Dali Temple, and Song Zhuo of the Censorate.

Shangshu Fang is already over fifty years old, but every time he sees Song Zhuo's face, he sighs that God is really wasting his talent.

Such a beautiful face should be on a woman, not a stinky man.

Yan Shu has an elegant and noble appearance, but when faced with such a beautiful woman, she pales in comparison.

He and Song Zhuo were both Jinshi in the same class. His grandfather was the former Taifu and his father was the current Taifu. He was a descendant of aristocratic family, so it was not surprising that he could sit in this position at such a young age. With his background and strength, no one dared to mess with him, just like Song Zhuo.

Su Yan, holding the vase and the scroll, wanted to go back to the inn.

But Song Zhuo said that as long as she left, the painting and the vase had to stay.

Su Yan knew that he didn't want her to leave. In fact, she wanted to stay with him. It would be easier for him to overcome the tribulation by his side.

However, it was easier to control him if he begged her to stay than if she stayed shamelessly. So he used a trick to play hard to get.

Song Zhuo knew that she could change her face, so he let her return to her previous appearance as a middle-aged woman.

Therefore, Song Zhuo had a young "mammy" to serve him, and Ziqian became a coachman.

"Where is Ziqian? Why did he replace him with an old maid?" Yan Shu looked at Su Yan.

Su Yan's face suddenly darkened. "A maid is a maid, and she has the word 'old' in her name? Then you should respect the old and love the young, and give me your seat."

"..." Song Zhuo glanced at Su Yan and said nothing.

Yan Shu didn't expect Su Yan to be so bold as to confront him in front of his master.

And Song Zhuo didn't say a word.

Song Zhuo is a person who values rules the most. He was able to endure it. Yan Shu immediately became interested. "Who is this relative of yours?"

Su Yan looked at Song Zhuo, waiting for his answer.

"Someone, come and find a seat." Song Zhuo did not reply, but ordered someone to prepare a chair for Su Yan.

Minister Fang was also surprised at Song Zhuo's politeness to Su Yan, "But you are my elder?"

Su Yan put the vase and the scroll aside and sat down on the chair. "Aren't you working? Why are you gossiping about this?"

"Uh...that's right." Minister Fang was also criticized by Su Yan, but judging from Song Zhuo's attitude, he really didn't know who Su Yan was, but she was definitely not an ordinary old maid.

Su Yan opened the scroll and found that the person in the painting had turned into an old man again. She sighed and muttered to herself, "Trouble."

"What did you say?" Song Zhuo asked.

Su Yan replied: "Every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt has its creditor. It's not that I won't pay it back, it's just that the time has not come yet."

Song Zhuo: “…”

Why does it sound like he is being targeted? He was choking her neck in the carriage... It's really troublesome!

"Let's get back to the topic. His Majesty asked for the case to be solved within two days, so we have no choice but to work hard." Minister Fang opened the file.

Yan Shu had no interest in this case.

His eyes kept moving between Song Zhuo and Su Yan, and his intuition told him that there was something unusual between them.

His eyes turned and fell on Su Yan's figure. If you don't look at her face, it would not be an exaggeration to say that her figure is that of a young girl with such slenderness and grace.

Song Zhuo threw the file in his hand and smeared it on Yan Shu's face. "It's not surprising that Guo Xiang was murdered. In the past two years, there have been 28 volumes of files submitted to the Dali Temple to impeach him. But because he saved the emperor in his early years and had the merit of saving the emperor, the memorial was submitted to the palace and nothing happened."

Yan Shu took the file and rubbed his nose, finally focusing his thoughts on the case. "Guo Yue, the Minister of Industry, is Guo Xiang's biological brother, right?"

"Yes." Minister Fang nodded.

Su Yan looked at Song Zhuo.

Song Zhuo saw that she had something to say, so he asked, "What's wrong?" His voice was incredibly gentle!

Yan Shu's attention instantly shifted from the case back to Song Zhuo and Su Yan.

Minister Fang was also stunned, because Song Zhuo seldom treated anyone politely.

Su Yan reminded: "I wonder if the murderer will go looking for trouble with this Minister of Industry?"

Song Zhuo immediately called out, "Come here, go to the residence of the Minister of Works, Guo, and investigate."

Yan Shu looked at Su Yan and said, "Your face is fake, right?"

"Oh~ How did you figure that out?" Su Yan was surprised. Her illusion skills shouldn't be that bad.

"Guess!" Yan Shu laughed, "Your figure doesn't match your face. Your real age should be around eighteen."

"Song Zhuo, look at him!" Su Yan said to Song Zhuo, "You can tell at a glance that my face and figure don't match, but you not only don't question it, you even call me auntie. The Imperial Censor is also a judicial department. With this insight, I doubt your ability to do things."

Of course Song Zhuo saw through it at a glance, but she disguised herself as an old woman, probably because she wanted people to treat her as an old woman.

Who knew that she didn't think so... It really proved the saying that women's hearts are as unfathomable as the sea, and cannot be guessed by common sense.

Song Zhuo's eyes were as cold as a blade as he shot them at Yan Shu, "If you dig out these eyes, they can make a nice specimen."

Yan Shu was horrified, "Ugh! Minister Fang testified that I suspected Song Zhuo was trying to murder me!"

Su Yan touched her face and returned to her true appearance.

Beauty is not rare, but it depends on personal opinion. If everyone thinks something is beautiful, then it is extremely rare.

Minister Fang was completely obsessed, his mouth watering, and suddenly he felt that Song Zhuo's face was nothing special.

Yan Shu couldn't help but widen his eyes in amazement, and finally looked at Song Zhuo and pulled his arm, "This must be your biological sister, right? I beg you to marry me!!!"

"She is my wife-to-be!" Song Zhuo decided on Su Yan right away.

Su Yan glanced at him, her expression normal. It turned out that she and Tiandao were partners.

But now he was in trouble, and there were a bunch of beautiful girls in the backyard, so it was hard to say now, "I have a husband."

Everyone was shocked at once.

Including Song Zhuo, their faces turned pale instantly.

Su Yan picked up the vase and the scroll and said, "I will go to the carriage outside to wait for the master to finish his duty. I will not disturb you from discussing the matter."

After saying that, he got up and left.

That beautiful and graceful figure is really captivating.

"If it were me, I would snatch her away!" Yan Shu said to Song Zhuo, "If you don't snatch her away, I will do it."

"This case will be taken over by the Imperial Censor from now on." Song Zhuo followed Su Yan closely.

Minister Fang and Yan Shu looked at each other.

Finally, Minister Fang said jokingly, "Master Yan, Master Song is trying to poach someone!"

Yan Shu replied seriously: "If I had a corner like this, I would dig it, no... I would just push the wall and scrape the bottom."

Minister Fang: “…”

Su Yan left the Dali Temple and turned back into a middle-aged woman.

I saw a man selling steamed buns on the street and shouted, "Selling steamed buns, what fillings do you have?"

The vendor quickly responded, "We have pork and cabbage, vegetables and eggs, and red bean paste and jujube paste. What do you want, big sister?"

"Give me fifteen, divide them into five portions, one of each filling in each portion."

"Okay, it will be ready soon."

The vendor quickly packed five oil-paper bags and said, "Big sister, the total is eighty cents."