In court.
As the bell for the resumption of court rang, people returned to the court one after another.
Seeing that only Ji Yunli and Zhao Xi had returned, Zhou Yuebei and Xu Jiaojiao trusted Zhang Lan's words even more.
Judge: "Where is the defendant?"
Ji Yunli: "I've already notified them, they'll be here soon."
A full five minutes passed before Song Qingyu and Gu Hanxing finally came back.
Seeing Song Qingyu's pale face, as if she had just cried, Xu Jiaojiao couldn't contain her excitement and said, "She must have known that she couldn't keep the antique, so she cried so sadly. Mom, what did you do?"
Zhang Lan smiled faintly: "I didn't do anything, it's just that she finally has a conscience."
Before Xu Jiaojiao could say anything, Song Qingyu had already arrived at the dock.
The trial continues.
"Your Honor, before we begin, I want to say one thing." Zhang Lan spoke first.
Everyone's eyes fell on her.
Judge: “Speak.”
"More than ten years ago, my husband died in a car accident. In fact, all this tragedy could have been avoided, but it was because..." She looked at Song Qingyu and saw that she lowered her head, her body trembling slightly, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly, "But because my daughter, Song Qingyu, insisted that her father rush back to attend her birthday, my husband got into a car accident.
If it weren't for her, my husband wouldn't have died.
Therefore, I feel that, as an indirect perpetrator, she is not eligible to inherit my husband's estate."
There were quite a few people in the audience.
They were all invited by Zhang Lan.
Hearing these words, they all let out an unbelievable cry.
The judge was also stunned. He didn't expect that there was such a hidden secret here.
"Defendant, is this true?" the judge asked Song Qingyu.
Song Qingyu kept her head down, her shoulders trembling.
Zhang Lan continued, "I'm asking for the antiques back not because they're valuable, but because I feel my husband's blood is on her hands. She has no right to inherit those antiques!"
Song Qingyu's shoulders shook even more violently.
The audience in the auditorium couldn't help but whisper.
"Oh my God, so if it weren't for Song Qingyu, her father wouldn't have died."
"She is the murderer!"
"Zhang Lan is so miserable. No wonder she doesn't like Song Qingyu. I guess every time she sees Song Qingyu, Zhang Lan will think of her deceased husband who was killed by her own daughter. If it were me, I would definitely collapse."
“…”
Zhang Lan, with tears in her eyes, looked at the judge in the courtroom and raised her voice, "Please give me justice!"
The judge looked at Zhang Lan in embarrassment.
He didn't expect that things would turn out like this.
Although Song Qingyu was not at fault, after all, she did not know that her actions would cause her father's death.
But the death of Song's father is indeed inextricably linked to Song Qingyu.
If the judgment is not good, it will definitely cause heated discussion.
The judge considered it over and over again, and his eyes fell on Song Qingyu.
"Defendant, do you have anything to say?"
Song Qingyu still kept her head down.
Seeing this, Xu Jiaojiao couldn't help but say, "What else can she say? She killed her own biological father, but pretended nothing happened and took the property left by her biological father for herself.
Such evil people should be punished.
Otherwise, where is justice? Where is fairness? "
"Quiet!" The judge banged the gavel and looked at Song Qingyu again. "Defendant, do you really have nothing to say?"
This time, Song Qingyu finally slowly raised her head.
At this time, everyone noticed that her eyes were full of tears, but the tears were embedded in her eye sockets and never fell.
It makes her look even more aloof and elegant.
"I don't have anything to say. My lawyer has already said everything I need to say. The antique is a legacy left to me by my father. Since he gave it to me, I have to keep it safe for him."
As soon as these words came out, there was a burst of curses behind him.
"How shameless! He killed his own father, and yet he still has the nerve to say such things!"
"How infuriating! We absolutely cannot give her the antique!"
"Yes, I can't give it to you!"
“…”
The judge looked at Song Qingyu in embarrassment.
But Song Qingyu's back was straight, and no matter how harsh the scolding behind her was, there was no sign of retreat on her face.
Ji Yunli breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Song Qingyu with admiration.
Before, he was worried that Song Qingyu would give up the antiques on her own initiative because she would bear the shackles in her heart because she remembered that she was the one who killed her biological parents.
Now it seems that he was worrying too much.
He raised his head and looked at the judge: "Please judge impartially according to the law."
The judge finally reacted.
He frowned for a moment, finally made up his mind and stood up.
The others followed suit and stood up.
"After legal procedures such as court investigation and court debate, this court has examined the case and is now pronouncing its verdict."
"In accordance with the Civil Code... the judgment is as follows: ... the antiques belong to the defendant."
There was a commotion at the scene.
The judge raised his voice: "If you are dissatisfied with this judgment, you may submit an appeal to this court within 15 days from the date of delivery of the judgment..."
"Any other questions?" the judge said, looking at Zhang Lan.
Zhang Lan's face turned pale: "No."
The judge adjourned the court.
Other staff members left one after another.
After a while, Zhang Lan finally reacted.
Looking at Song Qingyu who was only an aisle away from her, she suddenly stood up, rushed to Song Qingyu, raised her hand, and was about to slap Song Qingyu.
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