Chapter 76 is simply foolish.
"Song Hui, do you dare to come with me to the Bianjing government office?"
Song Yi looked at Song Hui and repeated it again.
This time, her voice no longer trembled, but instead had a touch of coldness.
Song Hui's face darkened, and she looked extremely shocked.
"Sister, are you going to the Bianjing government office to sue Father and Mother? How...how can you be so heartless and cruel?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Vice Minister Song's face darkened.
Pointing at Song Yi, he angrily cursed, "You worthless thing! It is extremely unfilial for children to sue their parents. If you dare to do such a thing, you will be given twenty lashes by the yamen runners first."
According to the laws of the Great Chu, it is considered a great act of filial impiety for children to sue their parents. They must first be given twenty strokes of the cane before the officials can begin their investigation.
Song Yi smiled coldly, her face pale.
“I didn’t mention anything about suing you, sister, don’t try to change the subject.”
"Since we each have our own version of events, why don't we ask the old clerks at the yamen to determine the truth? Is my sister afraid to come with me? Is it because she feels guilty?"
Song Hui's expression changed slightly, and then she put on a troubled look.
"Of course not. My sister wants to ask someone to make a judgment, and as her younger sister, I naturally wouldn't dare to object."
I just feel that these past few days, our family has repeatedly ended up in court because of family matters. If we go to court again today, I'm afraid it will only further damage my father's reputation as an official.
Minister Song nodded, his expression full of impatience as he glared at Song Yi.
"That's right, why go to court? You want your mother's dowry back, and your mother and sister have agreed to give it to you."
What else are you going to cause trouble for? Are you trying to drive my whole family to their deaths?
Song Yi gritted her teeth, refusing to budge an inch.
“I want to take back my mother’s dowry, and I will do so honorably. No one can try to smear me.”
Today we must verify the authenticity of this deed of gift, or no one will leave.
Vice Minister Song was furious.
"You! Stubborn and unyielding scoundrel, I have already given in time and time again, yet you are so ungrateful."
"Such unfilial and disrespectful behavior deserves to be punished according to family rules today."
"Someone, bring me a rattan cane."
He angrily gave orders to his servants.
Upon hearing the word "vine," Song Yi couldn't help but tremble, her face turning pale.
Li Nanke also remembered what happened that day. Her face changed, and she subconsciously opened her arms to block Song Yi.
Unexpectedly, Song Yi was one step ahead of her and grabbed her tightly.
Then he looked up at Vice Minister Song, his eyes red, and said, word by word, "Even if I die today, I will seek justice for myself."
"As long as you don't kill me, I will definitely go to the authorities."
Minister Song had not expected Song Yi to be so stubborn. In a fit of rage, he blurted out his words without thinking.
"Then I'll beat you to death today!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a cold shout suddenly came from outside.
"Lord Song, you have quite the arrogance."
The crowd parted, and a middle-aged man in a purple official robe walked in, followed by Zhao Hong, whose face was ashen.
Behind them was Zisu, who was peeking around and made a gesture to Li Nanke.
Li Nanke had just told Zisu that she was going to the Censorate to invite an old supervising censor over.
Not only were there seasoned officials in the Bianjing government who were skilled at identifying artifacts, but the censors who collected information and impeached officials were also very adept at identifying artifacts.
Moreover, since the censors had no responsibility to adjudicate cases, Song Hui had no way to falsely accuse her mother and children of accusing their father.
I didn't expect Zisu to be so fast. She had only been gone a short while when the censor arrived.
Judging from the purple official robes, the person who arrived was none other than the highest-ranking official of the Censorate, the Imperial Censor.
The Imperial Censor's shout caused Vice Minister Song's face to change as well.
He instinctively wanted to retort, but when he saw who it was, his expression turned even uglier.
The other party was the Imperial Censor, whose official rank was even higher than his, so he could only suppress his anger and explain.
"My child is ignorant and has made a fool of himself in front of Master Huang."
He emphasized the word "home," implying that this was a family matter.
Imperial Censor Huang snorted and gave Zhao Hong a disapproving sidelong glance.
"You invited me here just to witness the power and prestige of your father-in-law?"
Zhao Hong's face was very ugly, and he kept looking at Song Hui with his eyes, asking what was going on.
Didn't we agree to send my father-in-law to the temple for ascetic practice today?
Today, he accompanied his superior to the street to collect an anonymous petition. Taking this opportunity, he made a point of mentioning it, aiming to leave a good impression on Censor Huang.
Unexpectedly, Imperial Censor Huang praised his father-in-law for his constant self-reflection, saying it was admirable.
He immediately invited Imperial Censor Huang over for a cup of tea before seeing his father-in-law off.
He thought he could take this opportunity to improve his and his father-in-law's standing with Imperial Censor Huang, since Imperial Censor Huang hadn't given him a good look since the incident with Li Mu.
I never expected things to turn out like this.
"What exactly happened?"
He lowered his voice and questioned Song Hui.
Just as Song Hui was about to speak, Song Yi stepped forward and spoke first.
"I have a written document here. Could you please help me identify whether it is from eight or nine years ago?"
Song Hui's heart sank, and she wanted to step forward to stop him.
Song Yi, however, acted quickly and handed the letter of gift to Imperial Censor Huang.
Imperial Censor Huang took it, glanced at it, and blurted out.
"What ugly handwriting! Hmm? This handwriting looks familiar, like I've seen it somewhere before."
His words left the three people present speechless.
Song Yi was genuinely ashamed, since her handwriting had indeed been this bad before. It was only after marrying Li Mu and practicing his handwriting every day that it improved considerably.
Song Hui, on the other hand, felt guilty.
Zhao Hong glanced at the handwriting on it, then at Song Hui, and immediately realized what was going on.
The handwriting is the same as the one in the letter of appeal that Song Hui imitated Song Yi to submit to the Censorate last time. It was written by Song Hui again.
He glared at Song Hui secretly, then quickly reached out his hand.
"I wouldn't dare trouble you, sir. Perhaps I should do it myself?"
"Need not!"
Imperial Censor Huang turned his body and avoided his hand.
He then held the paper up to the sun and said, "The ink is superficial and the penetration is unnatural. The ink layers are uniform. Let alone eight or nine years, this document is less than three months old."
Song Hui and Vice Minister Song's expressions both changed.
Especially Vice Minister Song, whose voice couldn't help but rise two decibels.
"Lord Huang, please take another look."
Imperial Censor Huang glared and puffed out his beard.
"What do you mean? You doubt my eyesight? What a joke! I have the best eyesight in the entire Censorate."
"Those old documents, I can tell which year they are just by looking at them and touching them."
He waved the gift book in his hand and snorted coldly.
"And this paper is from Huizhou Chengxintang, but it has been treated with Sichuan pepper juice, making it more durable. It's a new product from two years ago."
Eight or nine years ago, this kind of paper wasn't even available on the market. Who is this? Couldn't they at least make a decent fake? Utterly stupid!
Song Yi thanked Imperial Censor Huang and accepted the gifted book from him.
He waved his hand at Song Hui's face, and the pent-up frustration in his heart finally dissipated a lot.
"Does my sister accept Lord Huang's testimony?"
“As I said, I have never written any letter of dedication, so the truth cannot be hidden and the falsehood cannot be made true.”
"Today I must take back the dowry left by my mother in a fair and square manner, and no one can stop me!"
Song Hui's face turned bright red, but she dared not refute Imperial Censor Huang.
Who told her that the other party was her husband's superior?
Wanting to get angry but unable to, he could only hold it in, his face turning red, then green, then white.
It's all green and blue, like it's constipated, it's so ugly.
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