Bai Yan didn't want to waste any more time, so she looked at Madam Song and said, "Madam Song, I have a few questions for you. How about you answer them?"
"You're not a judge, what right do you have to interrogate me?" Madam Song glared at Bai Yan with hatred in her eyes: "You're the murderer!"
Bai Yan approached Madam Song and said, "I only have a few questions for Madam Song."
"If I still can't find evidence that Chen Mingzhao committed murder after I've asked these questions, I'll pay for Chen Mingzhao's life. How about that?" Bai Yan looked at Song Shi.
Madam Song sneered, "My son didn't kill anyone at all. Where did you find the evidence? Are you kidding me?"
"If that's the case, then Madam Song still doesn't dare to answer my question?"
Madam Song's eyes trembled slightly: She believed that she had done things extremely secretly, and in the past three years, even the people from the Ministry of Justice had not been able to find any evidence against her son... What could Bai Yan possibly find out about her with just a few words?
Moreover, the Chen family had made contributions to the founding of the nation, so the capital prefecture government probably wouldn't dare to use private torture on her.
After thinking it over, Madam Song looked up at Bai Yan and said, "You said I'd ask you questions, but if I were to ask you questions for a whole day and night, wouldn't you get to decide what to do with them?"
"No need." Bai Yan smiled. "I won't ask more than ten questions."
"Xiao Yan!" Bai Ruifeng's eyes showed some tension.
With so many people around, how could she dare to make such a boast? Bai Yan patted Bai Ruifeng's hand: "Sister, you can just sit down."
"Madam Song, your son Chen Mingzhao has killed someone, hasn't he?"
Song was still nervous, but when she heard Bai Yan ask this question, a hint of mockery flashed in her eyes: "Although my son is not talented or virtuous, he is a law-abiding citizen."
Bai Yan chuckled softly and continued, "Chen Mingzhao is violent and bloodthirsty. Such a person should have shown abnormalities from ordinary children at a very young age. Madam Song, has Chen Mingzhao ever abused or killed animals?"
Song felt a jolt of fear, but still replied, "No."
She glanced at Bai Yan again: "Why did you have to ask me such a baseless question?"
“Madam Song, don’t worry.” Bai Yan’s gaze fell on Madam Song’s face: “At what age did you first notice that he was different from other children? Three, four, five, six…”
When Song heard a number, her breath caught in her throat: "What makes my son different from others?"
But then Bai Yan said, "Oh, five years old?"
Song's eyes widened slightly as she looked at Bai Yan, her whole body tensing up. She then heard Bai Yan say, "Is it morning, noon, dusk, or night?"
“My son was five years old almost twenty years ago, I can’t remember it anymore,” Madam Song said with a forced smile.
"It was dusk when I was five years old..." Bai Yan whispered, "What did Madam Song see?"
Song couldn't help but touch the skin on the back of her hand. "I didn't see anything."
This is a clear sign of resistance.
Bai Yan's lips curled slightly as she walked over, her figure looming over Song Shi, like a net she could not escape no matter what.
After testing the waters with a few entries, Bai Yan stared into Madam Song's eyes and said, "When Chen Mingzhao was five years old, Madam Song, you went to see him with the new clothes you had made for him. It was a beautiful evening. You pushed open the gate to his courtyard and saw your five-year-old son skinning a pure white cat alive."
Song's body trembled uncontrollably, and her voice became shrill: "How could you—"
Then she realized something: "No, my son has never done such a thing!"
“Madam Song, I will continue asking,” Bai Yan said.
She's a witch! No one else knew about that thing except her!
"When did Chen Mingzhao first kill someone? Was he eight, nine, or eleven years old...?"
Madam Song bit her lip, refusing to say anything. But her expression betrayed her, and Bai Yan said, "So he killed someone when he was nine years old. Who was he?"
"A maid in the manor?"
Bai Yan then asked, "No, a servant? Nor...aren't they from the Chen Marquis's residence?"
Song's shoulders and neck tensed slightly, and Bai Yan said, "It seems to be someone from the Marquis's residence."
"Not a servant, then a master?"
"No...don't say anymore!" Song's voice was almost hoarse.
"At nine years old, what kind of people could he kill?" Bai Yan tapped her head. "The master of the Chen Marquis's mansion, Chen Mingzhao, is only nine years old. He can only kill the old, weak, sick, and disabled. Who died that year? Let me think."
Lord Liu, who was in charge of the case, spoke up at the right moment: "That year, the Chen family held two funerals. The Chen family's granddaughter was bitten by a stray dog and died. The little girl was raised by the old lady of the Chen family. Not two months later, the old lady was too sad and also passed away."
After listening, Bai Yan briefly organized her thoughts.
“He’s bloodthirsty and sadistic. A child who seeks emotional stimulation like this must understand matters of the heart earlier than ordinary children.” Bai Yan observed Song’s expression as she said, “He raped and murdered his cousin.”
Song's face was pale, and she was covered in cold sweat.
Bai Yan sighed softly, "It seems that Madam Song's methods were not up to par back then, and she couldn't keep it from the old lady, letting her find out about this matter. If the old lady knew, Marquis Chen would also know. All of Chen Mingzhao's power and status came from Marquis Chen. He didn't want to be controlled, and he didn't want to be sent away, so the old lady also passed away..."
"No...no!" Song shook her head hoarsely, "You're talking nonsense!"
"Bai Yan! The courtroom is a place for judging cases, yet you're spouting nonsense here! I haven't said anything, you're talking nonsense, you have no evidence whatsoever!"
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