Please summon the imperial physician?
Princess Qing didn't have the guts at all.
She was breathing rapidly.
His face turned pale, and he was so embarrassed that he wished he could faint.
Suddenly, Song Huan pointed to a person being dragged by the collar in the crowd and shouted, "Imperial Physician He is here!"
Song Yue smiled and stepped forward to greet Physician He. Physician He, panting heavily, looked at the scene at the door and swallowed back the words of his curse: "This...who needs to see a doctor?"
“It’s Princess Qing.” Song Yue pointed to Princess Qing, who was on the verge of fainting.
Before inviting the Prefect of the Capital and Princess Qing, Song Yue, just to be on the safe side, also sent someone to invite Imperial Physician He.
She was right; Princess Qing was indeed faking illness.
Physician He nodded and walked to Princess Qing's side, bending down to take her pulse, but was stopped by a maid: "Princess Qing has never said she is unwell, so why is the Third Miss being so insistent?"
"Not sick?" Doctor He asked in surprise, turning to look at Song Yue.
Song Yue had no choice but to smile apologetically and invite Physician He to the mansion for tea, instructing him to serve him the best tea and snacks.
After much hesitation, Physician He gave Song Yue face and followed the maid into the room.
"Someone, bring a chair for Princess Qing. Today's matters will take some time to resolve, so please be patient, Princess Qing," Song Yue instructed.
A moment later, someone brought a chair. Princess Qing was caught in a dilemma: whether to stand up or faint. She was so angry that her heart was pounding. She shouldn't have come!
Song Yue looked at the Prefect of the Capital: "My lord, we can continue now."
While they were speaking, the Prefect of the Capital had already sent someone to retrieve the household registration books, and they had already found out a portion of them.
Pointing at one of them, he said, "You're not related to the guard Zhang San, so who are you?"
The man who had been exposed panicked. He had no idea that his lie would be exposed so quickly. He stared in disbelief and explained, "He's a distant relative. Zhang San's entire family has died out."
"Then how do you know that Zhang San died an unnatural death?" the Prefect of the Capital continued to question.
The woman looked frightened: "Well...they're all neighbors, they must know something about it."
"Nonsense! Zhang San's old residence isn't even in the capital! Speak! Who are you to dare impersonate a member of Zhang San's family and cause trouble at the gate of the Duke of Jing's mansion? You have some nerve!"
The woman, who had never seen much of the world, was terrified by such an imposing manner. Her legs went weak, and she lay on the ground trembling.
The Prefect of the Capital then turned his gaze to another person: "Are you He Jin's elder brother?"
The middle-aged man stammered, "Yes, cousin."
“You only arrived in the capital seven days ago, so how do you know that He Jin died a violent death? Don’t tell me you just happened to be visiting relatives in the capital.” The Prefect of the Capital saw through the man’s lie at a glance. His brows furrowed, and the man turned pale with fright and was speechless.
I asked seven or eight people in one go, and the result was the same for all of them.
Song Yue glanced at Princess Qing.
Seeing her calm expression and her gaze fixed on the others, she frowned inwardly, realizing that some of these family members must be genuine.
"My lord! These people must have been instigated by someone. I suggest we drag them all to the jail for interrogation, so as not to cause a big commotion and panic among the people," Song Yue said immediately.
Princess Qing's expression changed slightly: "Didn't the Third Miss just say that fairness and impartiality were the key points? The trial has already progressed to this point, so why not continue the trial to the end?"
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