Yuan Yao walked through the banquet and went to the side of the Ninth Prince, taking his large hand in her small one.
The Ninth Prince lowered his eyes and glanced at her.
Yuan Yao glanced around at the person on the stretcher, her clear black and white eyes darting around, and said in a childish voice, "Daddy, you haven't slept all night, you must be exhausted. It breaks my heart to see you like this."
While at school, the teacher would occasionally tell stories of strange and unusual cases in his spare time. Yao'er found them interesting and listened to them more often.
"Why don't we let Yao'er show off a bit, so Father can get some rest?"
Does the little dumpling feel sorry for him?
The Ninth Prince was pleased and said indulgently, "I will give you this opportunity."
His little dumpling is smarter than he imagined!
If she continues to be trained in this way, she will have ways to protect herself even when he is not around...
"Thank you, Father!" Yuan Yao smiled happily.
What kind of storytelling by a master is that? It's pure nonsense.
She just wanted a chance to shine.
Something about this chef just doesn't feel right...
However, just as Yuan Yao was about to ask her questions with great interest, someone stood up and refuted her.
The Minister of Justice, with a stern face and a deep voice, said, "The princess is so young, can she even write her own name? How dare she try to learn how to judge cases like an adult?"
This is a serious matter; what is a little baby doing getting involved?
As everyone knows, the Minister of Justice dislikes the Ninth Prince and often contradicts him.
But then, the Ninth Prince didn't kill him...
Yuan Yao looked at the Minister of Justice and asked earnestly, "May I ask, Your Excellency, since you were born an official of the Great Qi, are you entitled to judge cases?"
The Minister of Justice's square face turned round with anger, and he glared at him, saying, "You little brat..."
Yuan Yao puffed out her cheeks and glared back: "You old fogey!"
The Minister of Justice was so angry that his cheeks were trembling: "Fine, I'd like to see what you, a little girl, can get out of me!"
Yuan Yao smiled brightly: "Thank you for your encouragement, sir!"
The Minister of Justice, having been rebuffed, gathered his sleeves and looked at her coldly.
Seeing that even the Minister of Justice, who was unyielding and unafraid of the powerful Emperor Qianlong, had fallen silent, no one else spoke.
Princess Yuan Yao may be young, but she is not to be underestimated.
Who knows, she might just be the future talented woman of the Great Qi Kingdom!
Yuan Yao walked around the kitchen.
The cook, seeing that she was a child, didn't pay much attention to her: "What does the princess want to ask me?"
Yuan Yao did not answer, but said to the Imperial Guards, "Let me see his wounds."
Beside him, a soldier bent down and immediately lifted the cook's clothes.
On the cook's body, on the left abdomen, was a hole about half a finger long, undoubtedly pierced by a sword.
An ordinary cook, pierced by a sword, miraculously survived and was even transported from the imperial palace to the capital, enduring a bumpy journey...
Is he really that physically strong?
Yuan Yao had the Imperial Guards turn over.
The cook also had a stab wound on his left lower back, symmetrical to the wound in his abdomen.
Looking at the hole, Yuan Yao frowned slightly.
On the stretcher, the cook weakly opened his eyes and looked her over.
Yuan Yao suddenly smiled.
She asked, "You said you were stabbed in the back, so you must not know who stabbed you, right?"
The cook replied, "Of course."
Yuan Yao nodded: "Everyone knows about the spies infiltrating the palace. The Imperial Guards ate poisoned food yesterday and died..."
Since you don't know who the murderer is, you should go back and recover.
Her tone was very light and cheerful.
cook:"???"
Everyone: "???"
The Minister of Justice, suppressing his anger, reprimanded in a low voice: "Outrageous!"
Upon hearing this, the Ninth Prince glanced at it indifferently.
The Minister of Justice flicked his sleeves and gave a cold snort.
At this moment, the cook couldn't help but say, "Princess, before I fainted, I groped around and found some evidence! Won't you take a look?"
As he spoke, he weakly reached into his robes and pulled out a jade pendant!
The jade plaque is made of clear, bluish-white jade, completely bare, without any patterns or inscriptions.
Yuan Yao took the jade token and held it up: "What is this?"
A rich fragrance wafted over, making her want to sneeze.
suddenly……
"Splash!"
During the banquet, the sound of a table being overturned could be heard.
Immediately, everyone looked toward the source of the sound.
Someone shouted, "The Vice Minister of Works?"
The thirty-something Vice Minister of Works, his face deathly pale, stared intently at the jade pendant, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.
Upon seeing this, the Vice Minister of Justice shouted sternly, "Guards, seize the Vice Minister of Works!"
Immediately, two squads of imperial guards rushed in and pressed down on the Vice Minister of Works, saying, "Your Excellency, we apologize."
The Vice Minister of Works trembled like a sieve. Then, he began to convulse, his features became distorted and ferocious, his eyes rolled back, and white foam flowed from his mouth.
The white foam was faintly mixed with streaks of blood...
The people around him were so frightened that they all stood up: "What's wrong with him?"
Someone shouted, "Quick, the Vice Minister is having an epileptic seizure!"
Epilepsy?
Many people were surprised.
Why has no one ever heard of the Vice Minister of Works suffering from such a terrible disease?
In the Great Qi Dynasty, only those who are in good health can serve as officials in the court!
The Ninth Prince's eyes were dark and he said coldly, "Summon the imperial physician!" After speaking, he said, "Pry open his mouth and stuff a wooden stick in."
Suddenly, a member of the Imperial Guard chopped off a chair armrest with his sword, which the Vice Minister of Works bit.
A royal physician who was not on duty at the palace today was hurriedly brought from the banquet in the front courtyard.
The imperial physician glanced at it and sighed, "His tongue was bitten off in half. Fortunately, if it had been any later, it would have been too late."
The person can be saved, but they may never be able to speak again.
This means that the career of the Vice Minister of Works has come to an end...
The Ninth Prince's face was grim: "Get your life back first."
The imperial physician accepted the order and began to treat the patient.
Just now, Yuan Yao was terrified.
Once she calmed down, she glanced casually at the cook on the stretcher.
The cook happened to look up and meet her gaze.
This person is acting strange...
Yuan Yao took a deep breath and asked, "This jade pendant, does it belong to the family of the Vice Minister of Works?"
Although her voice was soft, many people heard it.
The cook's eyes darted around, and he replied weakly, "I am but a lowly person with little influence, and dare not make a hasty judgment, but..."
Just now, everyone witnessed the reaction of the Vice Minister of Works upon seeing the jade plaque…
His tone was humble, and his words were spoken very skillfully.
If any incompetent official had been appointed, this case would probably have been closed.
Yuan Yao smiled at the cook and said, "Brother Imperial Guard, help this man up!"
Her sweet, childlike voice was full of confidence.
The imperial guards hesitated for a moment, then decisively bent down and helped the person on the stretcher up.
Yuan Yao held up the sign and walked to the imperial physician: "Imperial physician, please smell this first."
The imperial physician was busy saving lives when he heard this and leaned closer to his nose.
Upon smelling it, he frowned and said, "Why would a patient with epilepsy be burning such a pungent incense in their home?"
Upon hearing this, the cook's expression changed.
Yuan Yao saw it all.
She raised her small, fair hand, pointed at the cook, and said in a cold voice, "Hold him down!"
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