Chapter 20 The Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel Wants to Embezzle His Mother's Dowry
"Nonsense! The most famous doctors in the capital all say the old lady is beyond saving. Where do you get the confidence to talk nonsense here? Kids from the village should go back to the village and not embarrass themselves in the city!"
The Vice Minister's eyes blazed with fury, and he immediately ordered his men to drag Qingbao away.
The old lady must die today!
"Grandpa, you are your great-grandmother's son, how could you so wish for your great-grandmother to die?"
Qingbao cleverly dodged the servants' touch, came to Si Shilang, and raised her round little face to ask.
Her voice is clear and innocent, easily giving people the feeling of a child speaking without restraint.
The Vice Minister stepped back slightly, his eyes glazed over. "Of course, I hope my mother can be freed from this suffering soon and ascend to paradise as quickly as possible."
"Oh? Is that so? Then why did you hire such mediocre doctors who wouldn't even try to save the patient?"
"Who says doctors are mediocre! Three years ago, I even invited a royal physician to see the old lady, and even the royal physician said that the old lady couldn't be cured!"
"You're quite filial, aren't you?" Qingbao nodded and turned to look at her mother with a cheerful voice.
Sihe felt that Qingbao wouldn't ask these questions without a reason, so she asked, "Qingbao, what did you mean by what you just said?"
Qingbao twirled the judge's pen in her hand, her eyes suddenly sharpening:
"Grandpa, lying in your lifetime will affect your karma in the afterlife. Are you still unwilling to tell the truth?"
The Vice Minister felt as if he had seen a ghost.
How could he feel a chilling sense of oppression emanating from a three-year-old child?
She looks so soft and delicate, yet she's so short.
"How dare you question your grandfather!" Madam Si, who had been holding back for so long, finally couldn't take it anymore.
He even broke down to the point of reaching out to grab Qingbao.
The next moment.
She was violently blasted away by a beam of red light and crashed to the ground, looking extremely disheveled.
"What's this?"
"Evil magic, it must be evil magic!"
"Master, you must have someone drive her away! She's a jinx, she'll get us killed!"
Madam Si called out.
Everyone was stunned by the sudden scene before them. Si Ye quickly went to help Madam Si up, exclaiming in horror, "Could it really be a ghost?"
Qingbao ignored them completely and instead looked at Minister Si.
"Grandpa, you only have one chance to tell the truth."
The Vice Minister swallowed nervously, "I don't know what you're talking about!"
"Qingbao, what is it?" Sihe squatted down and asked Qingbao softly.
Qingbao's serious expression turned adorable when she saw her mother.
She smiled and said, "My great-grandmother's family was the Wang family, the richest family in the capital. When my great-grandmother married into the family more than forty years ago, her dowry was so grand that it caused a sensation throughout the capital. She also had countless assets. Just one wheel of her carriage was worth a thousand gold pieces..."
"Later, the Si family gradually declined, and my great-grandmother used her dowry to supplement the family income. Now my grandfather wants to be promoted, but he doesn't have enough money. Of course, he hopes that my great-grandmother will pass away soon."
My great-grandmother had no daughters, so her dowry has naturally been passed down to the present day.
It was used for over a hundred members of the Si family for forty years, and it is unknown how many are still alive today, but there must be quite a few left.
As long as she dies.
The dowry and assets in her storeroom naturally all belonged to her maternal grandparents.
They knew that their great-grandmother had tricked their mother into coming back so that the old woman would die.
But Qingbao refused to let this kind old man die; instead, she chose to expose him.
Behind the Si family's glamour lies such unbearable corruption.
"Your Excellency, is what Qingbao said true?" Sihe asked angrily, her eyes already red with tears.
My grandmother married into the Si family for over forty years. After my grandfather died, the Si family began to struggle financially. My grandmother supported the Si family's hundred servants and descendants with her dowry.
Little did she know that the son she had raised with her whole life would covet her dowry when she was on her last breath.
Sihe was not raised by her grandmother or the Si family, but everyone knew that her grandmother was a very good person.
As the one who suffered the loss, it was heartbreaking to see.
"You believe a three-year-old child spouting nonsense? Besides, I am my mother's only son, and we took care of all her funeral arrangements. What right do you have to question me?"
At home, Si Shilang always acted aloof and superior.
He could not bear the thought that his own daughter and her little brat dared to question and judge him from such a superior position.
"Do you dare swear to the King of Hell?" Qingbao pulled out a piece of paper from somewhere and scribbled a few lines on it with a judge's pen.
He drew a hastily drawn ghost with the words "King Yama" written on it.
In an instant, as the words "King Yama" were uttered, a flash of red light appeared, and the light traveled straight to the underworld.
The King of Hell, who was frantically compiling a new Book of Life and Death, suddenly received a strange message.
"Who is it that dares to be so bold as to send me a message?"
Ox-Head and Horse-Face rushed in, holding a painting in their hands. "Reporting, Sister Qing has sent a letter."
The painting depicts a hastily drawn ghost with the words "King Yama" written on it.
Yama touched his face, then looked at the painting, and immediately flew into a rage, his eyes turning red.
"Who painted me like this?"
In the underworld, if he dares to say he's the second most handsome, no ghost would dare to claim the first.
To draw him like that, do you have a death wish?
I'll have Old Black and Old White hook this bastard up and ask him about it later. I'm really impressed!
The bull-headed horse and the other horse looked at each other and said weakly, "Yes, it was drawn by Sister Qing."
The King of Hell's red eyes instantly cleared, and he smiled with doting eyes, "Oh dear, it was drawn by my precious baby."
"Your drawing is so beautiful and handsome. You are truly my good baby."
“My baby sent me a message. I need to take a good look and ask her if she misses me, hehehe.”
Yama gently stroked the painting.
Scenes of the human world immediately appeared before my eyes.
Qingbao, who is very small, is holding up a painting that is almost as tall as herself.
He said to the Vice Minister, "Do you dare swear an oath before Yama, the King of Hell?"
It's so cute!
The King of Hell's eyes were filled with pink bubbles; his precious baby, whom he had raised for ten years, was still so adorable in the human world.
but.
Is someone bullying her?
"Hahaha, hahaha, what the hell did you draw? Don't think that just because it says Yama (King of Hell) on it, it's Yama. Have you ever seen Yama? He looks like a demon, with a terrifying face. What the hell do you draw looks like? Hahahaha."
When Si Ye saw Qing Bao's drawing of Yama, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"I think this isn't the King of Hell, but the King of Turtles. Look at this King of Turtles, it's absolutely hilarious."
He even snatched it away, ran it around the room, and made everyone laugh out loud while looking at the image of Yama.
"Look, this is what Yama looks like. Even a hanged ghost is better looking than him."
"The hanged ghost wasn't so sloppy; it looks more like a turtle entangled in weeds, hahaha."
Looking at this scene.
The King of Hell's face turned green, a dark green, and he really looked a bit like a turtle.
Who is this person?
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