The others being escorted by the Dali Temple immediately felt as if they had seen the light at the end of the tunnel, and all of them raised the documents in their hands.
"My lord, I have been wronged and I want to report this to the authorities."
"I want to report this to the authorities too!"
"I'm going to sue that beast Qin Minglang!"
Everyone shouted and looked at Liu Ruzhi.
Qin Minglang was furious.
"Guards, take them back to the Dali Temple."
"Wait!"
Liu Ruzhi raised her hand to stop her.
Before he could even speak, Qin Minglang glared at him fiercely.
"Liu Ruzhi, this is a matter for our Dali Temple. Who gave you the audacity to interfere?"
Liu Ruzhi ignored him.
He addressed the crowd who were crying out for justice, asking, "Do any of you know Zhu Laosan? Do you know about his son's disappearance?"
The crowd was filled with indignation and their emotions were very tense.
For a moment, he did not understand what Liu Ruzhi meant.
Several people did claim to know Zhu Laosan.
The pregnant woman quickly realized what was happening and held up the document, saying, "I know Master Zhu. My husband and his son disappeared together. Please, sir, do me justice."
Liu Ruzhi immediately went to her and helped her up herself.
"Guards, this lady is now the most important witness in Zhu Laosan's case. You must bring her back to the Jingzhao Prefecture and take good care of her."
The others immediately came to their senses and all said that their relatives had gone missing, asking Liu Ruzhi to help them.
Liu Ruzhi waved her hand.
"Take them all back to the Jingzhao Prefecture government office."
The constables stepped forward to demand the person's release, creating a standoff with the guards from the Dali Temple.
Qin Minglang's eyes were cold and menacing.
"Liu Ruzhi, the Dali Temple is handling cases, and you have no right to ask me for people. However, I won't make things difficult for you. After I finish my investigation, I will send these people to the Jingzhao Prefecture."
By the time he finishes his review, no one will be alive.
Even if they survive, no one will tell the truth anymore.
Liu Ruzhi seemed to be in a very difficult position.
After a moment's thought, he said, "In that case, let's have the trial on the spot. Please, Lord Qin, take your seat, and all of you commoners, please listen in. My lord, open the court!"
The constables stood in two lines, poking their sword hilts into the ground, shouting, "Weiwei!"
Liu Ruzhi lightly lifted her official robe and cupped her hands in a respectful gesture towards Qin Minglang.
"Lord Qin, please!"
Heads and blood littered the ground.
Hundreds of onlookers gathered.
The plaintiff, holding the documents, had tears welling up in his eyes with resentment.
And that damned Liu Ruzhi.
How could Qin Minglang allow him to start the trial on the spot?
"Since Lord Liu is in such a hurry, then take the person back. I am also very much looking forward to what results Lord Liu can get from the interrogation!"
After saying that, he turned and left.
With the entire Su family behind him, what is there to fear?
The guards from the Dali Temple followed closely behind.
Seeing that the guards had dispersed, the group could no longer contain their grief and anger, and rushed to the execution ground to search for the heads of their loved ones.
...
Inside the Prince's Mansion
I just finished my afternoon nap.
Jiang Qingwan was then called upon by Song Yushu.
"This is your first time attending a palace banquet. There are strict rules regarding attire and etiquette. You must not make any mistakes."
She turned her head and pointed to the trays in the hands of several maids.
"Your formal princess palace dress will be delivered a few days before your wedding with Yun Han, along with the wedding attire. These are dresses that I specially made for you a while ago, under the pretense of procuring wedding items for Feng Yazhu. There are ten sets in total, and I picked three to bring over, along with matching jewelry and shoes. Take a look and see which one you like?"
Jiang Qingwan really wasn't interested in any of these things.
Moreover, those headdresses were mostly made of jade and tourmaline, with gold and silver items used only as minor embellishments, which was not very attractive.
Not wanting to refuse, she reached out and touched each one, choosing a pinkish-purple gauze dress.
Song Yushu immediately waved his hand, signaling the maids carrying the ornaments to come forward.
“Your clothes are rather plain. Your headdress needs to be more expensive to show the majesty of the Ninth Prince’s mansion. How about this auspicious and prosperous headdress, along with this jade breastplate?”
Jiang Qingwan had no objection.
Song Yushu then helped her choose embroidered shoes, arranged for her to take a flower bath, and personally dried her hair and combed her hair into a bun.
At the same time, he kept talking to her about the noble ladies in the palace.
By the time Mo Yunhan finished his shift and came to pick her up, she was already drowsy from listening.
The luxurious headdress accentuated her exquisitely beautiful face, which was as small as a palm and had porcelain-white skin that looked as delicate as if you could squeeze water out of it.
Seeing him was like seeing a savior; her captivating eyes were filled with a cunning and lively spirit.
"Is it time? Let's hurry."
She stood up, lifting her skirt, but Song Yushu pulled her back.
"Have you remembered all the rules I mentioned?"
Seeing her obedient nod in a perfunctory manner, Mo Yunhan couldn't help but chuckle softly, pressing his fist to his lips.
"Don't take this lightly!"
Song Yushu was both anxious and angry.
"Don't think I'm a woman who doesn't know anything. I've heard a lot about the situation in the court. The Emperor's actions have made his stance clear, how could the court officials not understand? Tonight's banquet is probably a trap. I can't accompany him, so you'd better keep a close eye on Qingwan."
Mo Yunhan stopped smiling and nodded seriously.
"rest assured!"
Jiang Qingwan patted Song Yushu on the shoulder.
"rest assured!"
For some reason, even though Mo Yunhan said not to worry, Song Yushu only breathed a half-hearted sigh of relief.
But hearing Jiang Qingwan's calm and confident tone, I felt inexplicably at ease.
After learning that she could not go to the palace, Xiao Hong lay on the rattan chair in the courtyard with her buttocks sticking out, ignoring everyone.
Lian'er tried to coax her for a long time, but it was no use.
Upon seeing Jiang Qingwan and Mo Yunhan emerge, he immediately stepped forward to greet them.
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