Chapter 211 Uncovering the Cultivator Hidden in the Song Family
Imperial Censor Song bypassed Si Han and went directly to Qing Bao.
The old man was as upright as a soldier.
"This old minister greets Princess Qing'an." The elderly Imperial Censor Song bowed to Princess Qing'an.
Si Han's smile froze.
Today, he was clearly the one who came to pay his respects to Imperial Censor Song. Why did the other party skip over him and pay his respects to Qingbao first?
She's only three years old, what does she know?
Even if she were a princess, she wouldn't have any real power.
This old man Song is really a bit muddle-headed.
Very well, it's just the right time to wait until he retires and goes back to his hometown, then I can take over his position and show off the official power of the Censor.
"Your Excellency, I, Si Han, greet you." Si Han approached Qing Bao and spoke again.
Imperial Censor Song frowned. "Who do you think you are, daring to disrespect the princess? Throw him out!"
Several servants came up to chase him away, but Si Han quickly explained, "I'm not a thing... no, no, I am a thing..."
“Father, he is the princess’s maternal uncle, the eldest son of the Si family,” Song Yiran quickly said.
Imperial Censor Song's expression relaxed somewhat.
It turned out that it was her uncle who brought Qingbao here.
Snap.
My knee was suddenly hit.
Imperial Censor Song lowered his head and met Qingbao's round face and big eyes.
The little girl's voice was crisp and clear, "He's not my uncle, ignore him, I have something to tell you."
"What is it, little princess?" Imperial Censor Song squatted down, smiling obsequiously.
Qingbao pointed at Song Yiran, her little face serious, "Is this little beast your son?"
"How dare you speak like that?!" Song Yiran stepped forward angrily, but was stopped by Si Han.
Imperial Censor Song's expression also darkened. "Why does the Princess say such a thing?"
"He's keeping a mistress, didn't you know?" Qingbao asked, tilting her head.
Imperial Censor Song said, "She's just a mistress. What man doesn't have three wives and four concubines?"
"You know that his mistress killed his wife, right?"
Imperial Censor Song remained silent.
Song Yiran's face flushed red, and she bit her lip hard, feeling both embarrassed and angry.
Qingbao sneered, "It seems your whole family is no good. I'm here on the ghost's orders to uphold justice."
The junior judge, with an imposing presence, walked steadily towards the main seat, his hands clasped behind his back.
Then.
She struggled to climb up and sat down on her little bottom.
With a wave of her little hand.
Black mist filled the air, and Xinlian's ghost instantly appeared in the Song family's main hall.
The Imperial Censor Song was so frightened that his legs went weak and his eyes widened in shock.
Both hands gripped the butler tightly, fingers twitching slightly.
The butler understood and immediately ran out the door.
Xinlian's bleeding eyes were fixed on Song Yiran.
Song Yiran was only thirty years old, with a refined and elegant appearance, but when he saw Xinlian, he was so frightened that his face turned pale and he kept backing away.
"You...how did you get here!"
Instead of rushing at him and tearing him apart, Xinlian tearfully accused Qingbao of his evil deeds.
"We beg Your Honor to grant us justice!"
"Judge, judge?" Song Yiran was stunned and turned to look at Si Han.
Si Han's expression also turned grim. "I don't know what Qingbao is like..."
"Your Honor, Song Yiran's mistress, Bingdie, whom he kept two years ago, is a magical immortal. She caused my family to be destroyed, and no one in my family survived... And Song Yiran knew about this, yet he still protected and condoned Bingdie's evil deeds..."
"After all thirty-odd members of my maternal family died, my cousin and his wife came to the Song family to demand justice. Not only were they driven out by Song Yiran, but Bingdie also used her magic to curse them..."
“After we got back, my cousin and his wife died suddenly the next day. My niece was only one year old. Her eyes were gouged out. She died a tragic death!”
Xinlian was heartbroken, and her tears of blood dripped onto the Song family's brand-new floor.
What a new Song Mansion! Every brick and tile, every piece of decoration, exudes luxury and supreme value.
Xinlian married Song Yiran for ten years. At that time, Song Yiran was not yet an imperial censor. The family was poor, and she cleaned the old house bit by bit. She also served her parents-in-law day and night.
She dedicated her life to the Song family, and even her soul was locked in the old house she had built up over her lifetime.
Now, they despise her, kill her, and then their whole family gets promoted, enjoys a life of luxury and debauchery.
She was there for him through the hard times, while his mistress enjoyed all the good times.
Xinlian's hatred and resentment soared to the heavens.
Qingbao swung her legs and asked Imperial Censor Song seriously, "Did you hear everything? Hurry up and hand over the Ice Butterfly to appease Xinlian's resentment."
Imperial Censor Song did not answer, but lowered his head, looking conflicted.
Song Yiran mustered her courage and stepped forward to argue, "Bingdie is a fairy who loves both herself and all living beings. If you hadn't done something to offend her, why would she have punished you?"
"After you died, your family harassed her relentlessly, even blocking her doorway and causing her to lose face... How could she not take her anger out on your family..."
"And your cousin and his wife, it's funny, you're all dead, but they still refuse to leave, clearly trying to extort your dowry!"
Xinlian's face twisted in agony. "She even used magic to lock my soul in the old house, condemning me to eternal damnation!"
"She's just afraid you'll complain to the underworld. You don't need to be so aggressive. She's a fairy. If you sue her, she'll suffer the consequences."
Song Yiran looked displeased.
Xinlian laughed bitterly, "Hahaha, hahaha, Song Yiran, we've been husband and wife for ten years, and this is how you treat me..."
There wasn't even a shred of human compassion.
He has no heart!
He doesn't deserve to be called a human being!
"Song Yiran, are you confessing on behalf of your mistress?" Qingbao asked.
Song Yiran wasn't afraid of Qingbao. He said, "Bingdie's actions are all reasonable and justified, and not excessive."
"If it's really too much, then it's because someone else angered her. Only I know how afraid Ice Butterfly is of bearing karma as a fairy."
“Sometimes, I will stand by and advise her, and she won’t do anything really malicious.”
"None of you understand her."
"Once you get to know her, you'll realize that everything she did wasn't excessive."
These words were spoken.
Qingbao fell silent.
Everyone fell silent.
Even Si Han, who always pretended to be cold and disliked Qing Bao, stared blankly at Song Yi Ran with shocked eyes.
Xinlian is really suffering.
After being killed by his mistress, his soul was locked away, and his whole family died. Even his distant cousin and his wife did not escape the annihilation.
How can this not be considered the execution of nine generations of one's family?
Such a huge disaster!
Song Yiran actually said it wasn't excessive?
Si Han's worldview has been shattered. He feels like the sky is falling if even one of his brothers dies.
Song Yiran didn't think she had said anything wrong.
He looked at Si Han and said, "Brother Si Han, you support me, don't you?"
Si Han's expression changed in waves, and he stammered for a long time before he could speak.
Qingbao took a deep breath and felt a little cold in her lungs.
"Since you've admitted it, this judge will take your life on behalf of Xinlian!"
With that, the little guy grabbed at Song Yiran with the black energy in his hand.
A beam of white light dispersed Qingbao's black aura.
A woman's angry shout came from outside, "Let's see who dares to touch my people!"
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