Once home, the gate was closed, and with the protection of the Black-Clad Guards, not even a fly could get in.

At this moment, Su Jiaoniang relaxed.

Looking at the little girl in the courtyard, he said, "Be careful lately. A big bad guy came to the county and he specifically targets the easy targets."

Xiao Ya touched her fingers and nodded vigorously.

She will never walk alone again.

She looked at Feng Yuwei, who had a peaceful smile on his face.

"Thank you for your trouble, Mr. Feng," Su Jiaoniang said.

Feng Yuwei nodded: "Madam Qin, you don't need to be so polite. I am her master, so it is my duty to protect her!"

With Feng Yuwei's words, Su Jiaoniang felt much more at ease.

That night, following Su Jiaoniang's instructions, Fu Tu found Chen Jing and a few shady characters to cause trouble at the shop.

Chen Jing naturally sided with Futu.

Although he found it strange, he didn't ask any further questions.

Having followed Futu for a long time, he had discovered that although the child was younger than him, in other areas, such as strategy or tactics, a hundred of him could not compare to one Futu.

All he needs to do is obey.

The next day at dawn.

News came from the hot pot restaurant that someone was causing trouble.

Hot pot can kill people.

Su Jiaoniang hurriedly went there with Futu.

The dead body has now been carried to the county government office.

Song Qian sat on the platform, staring at the person on the ground with tears streaming down their face, and said, "Who is below, and why are you seeking justice?"

"My lord, Your Honor, we went to a hot pot restaurant to eat, and while we were eating, my brother suddenly started acting up! They poisoned him!" The kneeling thug cried, snot swaying from his nose.

Spikes!

sound!

He sniffled the snot back in.

Song Qian, who was sitting in the hall, felt a churning in his stomach.

When Su Jiaoniang arrived, Song Qian regained his spirits.

He looked at Su Jiaoniang who had walked in and asked, "Who is below? Why are you not kneeling?"

His eyes burned with fervor; he longed to see Su Jiaoniang kneeling before him, helplessly calling him "Your Honor."

He must repay all the pain that was once inflicted upon him.

“I am pregnant, and according to the laws of this dynasty, a woman over seventy years of age or who is pregnant is not required to kneel before an official.” Su Jiaoniang reached out and touched her belly.

Fu Tu, who had come with Su Jiaoniang, was momentarily stunned, but quickly composed himself. His mother was always like that, saying things that were surprising.

He was a doctor and could tell that the mother was not pregnant.

However, Song Qian was not a doctor, and he also knew that Su Jiaoniang kept several men in her courtyard...

It's possible to suddenly become pregnant.

His sinister gaze fell on Su Jiaoniang's belly, and a smile curled at the corner of his mouth: "Where is the doctor from the county? Please come and take a look. Don't let the pregnant woman get hurt, or it could result in the death of both mother and child."

At the end, Song Qian lowered his voice.

It has a hidden meaning.

Su Jiaoniang waited calmly for the doctor.

Looking at the actors Chen Jing had hired, the corpses lying on the ground were already stiff. They looked like they had been dead for three or four hours. It was unclear where these people had found the corpses.

"My lord, my brother has been wronged, my lord!" the weeping man continued, drawing everyone's attention to him.

Song Qian slammed the gavel and asked, "Su, do you plead guilty?"

“What is there for a common woman to confess to?” Su Jiaoniang raised her eyes and met Song Qian’s gaze. She glanced at him briefly, then looked down and glared at him fiercely.

Song Qian chuckled: "Your hotpot killed someone? What, do you need a doctor to examine you before you'll confess?"

"Go find it yourself," Su Jiaoniang said, completely unconcerned.

Song Qian waited for the doctor to arrive.

Soon a doctor came and took Su Jiaoniang's pulse.

The pulse, which had been smooth, changed after Su Jiaoniang pinched her arm. The doctor withdrew his hand and looked at Song Qian: "Sir, this person is indeed pregnant."

Song Qian's gaze fell on Su Jiaoniang's stomach, and a strong sense of malice washed over him.

“Inspect the cause of death,” Song Qian said, pointing to the corpse on the ground.

The doctor paused for a moment, then squatted down, examined the body, and said, "He died of poisoning; there was still medicine powder in his mouth."

...

Su Jiaoniang chuckled and looked at Song Qian: "If there were poison in my shop, how could it only kill one person? There are so many people eating here, and only one person collapsed. It's obviously a coincidence."

Song Qian lowered his head, his eyes filled with contemplation.

Just as he was about to say something, someone approached from behind and whispered in his ear.

Song Qian's expression changed slightly.

Staring at the person kneeling on the ground, weeping bitterly.

Before his men even took any action, someone came to complain...

Who are the people kneeling below the hall?

Did he sleep with Su Jiaoniang again? Was he deliberately trying to cheat her? Or was he trying to extort money from her?

"Manager Su, that's not fair of you. My brother collapsed because he ate your hotpot!" the snotty-nosed man said, sniffling again.

Su Jiaoniang moved a few steps, worried that the snotty man might accidentally stick his snot on her when he flicked his nose.

"Really?" Su Jiaoniang's eyes seemed to hold a hint of doubt.

Song Qian tapped his fingers on the table, his eyes fixed on the snotty-nosed man kneeling on the ground.

After waiting for a long time, the person behind him said, "This person has always liked fraud and extortion. He's used people's lives to blackmail the tavern for money. This isn't the first time. He's a habitual offender."

Song Qian stared at the snotty-nosed man.

If you get closer, you can smell a strong odor of alcohol on this person.

"Alright, doctor, go check the kitchen of the hot pot restaurant to see if there's any poison in it. If it's clean and free of poison, then..."

"That won't do!" the snotty man exclaimed. "Sir, this woman is very cunning. If she killed someone, she must have already thrown away the poison. There's no point in going for an examination."

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