(Previous chapter, revised)
Su Jiaoniang glanced at Lu Wujiu, not having time to dwell on whether he was her father or not.
They followed the constables toward the county town.
Lu Wujiu turned around and looked at Changsheng, who was staring at him expectantly.
"Uncle, I want to go too~" Changsheng said, picking at her nails with her little hands.
After being coldly glanced at by Lu Wujiu, he immediately let go of her hand.
Seeing the fear on the young emperor's face, Lu Wujiu's heart softened: "Go!"
Chang Sheng was stunned for a moment, thinking he was hallucinating and had misheard!
When Changsheng tried to ask again, he found that Lu Wujiu had already walked far away, so he immediately followed him.
The three of them walked to the county government office in the county town.
Seeing Zhu kneeling on the ground, Lu Congrong who had already fainted, and five-year-old Tuanzi Futu.
When Futu saw Su Jiaoniang, he felt as if he had found a backer: "Mother~" he called out in a wronged tone, and Su Jiaoniang's heart softened.
"What happened?"
Su Jiaoniang asked.
Lu Futu said, "Mother, this person said that you..."
Lu Futu's gaze fell on Lu Wujiu, who had followed him, his eyes filled with resentment, like an angry little calf.
Is this related to Gu Xizhou?
Su Jiaoniang glanced at Lu Wujiu, then at Xiao Futu: "Continue!"
"They said you seduced Lu Congrong's man, claiming that the young master was her husband. I couldn't help but defend myself, and Lu Congrong hit me. To vent my anger, I lightly patted her forehead with my palm, and she pretended to be dead."
As Futu spoke, he tried his best to use his small body to block the people behind him.
Standing behind Lu Futu was Chang Dali.
Chang Dali looked guilty, his head bowed, the once robust young man's face drained of color.
"Playing dead?" Su Jiaoniang lowered her head, her gaze falling on Lu Congrong, whose eyelashes were still trembling. She felt that what Futu said made sense.
He looked up at the county magistrate: "Your Excellency, please be wise and discerning."
The magistrate's gaze fell on Lu Wujiu, and he only came back to his senses when Su Jiaoniang suddenly spoke.
"To be discerning to the smallest detail is indeed to be discerning to the smallest detail." After saying this, the magistrate slammed his gavel down forcefully.
Lu Congrong, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, twitched her eyes but did not open them.
Zhu threw herself onto Lu Congrong's body and began to wail and scream, "My child, you died so tragically! You were just walking down the street, how could you encounter such a thing? Those bastards, those fatherless brats, they act like adults just because they want to hit someone, they have no respect for their elders, they don't even know what a vixen they are..."
After shouting, she cried out to the magistrate, "Your Honor, you must do justice for this woman!"
“…” Su Jiaoniang, who was watching the show from the sidelines, felt that Zhu Shi had become much bolder in the few days she hadn’t seen her. Before, she only wanted to sell her secretly, but now… she actually pretended to be dead in front of the magistrate. Did she really think that Lu Congrong’s act of pretending to be dead was very convincing?
Su Jiaoniang did not speak.
Lu Futu shifted his position and walked to the middle, accidentally stepping on Lu Congrong's finger. Lu Congrong, who was 'unconscious,' grimaced and looked extremely pale.
But she insisted on not opening her eyes.
It seems that this would be enough to convict Lu Futu.
Seeing Lu Congrong's expression, Zhu's gaze fell on Lu Futu's feet, and her face instantly turned extremely ugly: "You little bastard, move your feet away, you fatherless brat!"
"Smack!"
A slap landed on Zhu's face.
Su Jiaoniang stared at Zhu Shi with unusually sharp eyes.
"My son's father died defending his country and protecting the Great Zhou Dynasty, sacrificing himself for his nation. He died a worthy death, which is my son's pride, and my pride as well. My son may not have a father, but the Great Zhou Dynasty is his father, his father, his support and faith. He is a citizen of the Great Zhou Dynasty. How can you speak of the orphan of a loyal martyr who died for the Great Zhou Dynasty like this...?"
Zhu shuddered. He was just a soldier who died on the battlefield, yet he spoke of him in such a grand and dignified manner. No wonder he was the daughter of a scholar.
Zhu was filled with resentment: "Then you have a man who died for the country, yet you live with another man all the time, always together. You promiscuous slut, if you really had feelings for him, you would have died with Wujiu long ago." Zhu cursed loudly.
Su Jiaoniang looked at Zhu Shi as if she were a fool.
Lu Futu was extremely annoyed when he heard Zhu's cursing. He was furious that his mother was being insulted like this in front of him!
The image of Zhu Shi being turned into a human pig appeared again in my dream.
He now wants to turn Zhu into a human pig.
Staring at Lu Congrong, he said in a sinister tone, "If you keep pretending to be dead, I'll slit your throat. You're just pretending to be dead to frame me, so I'll just kill you directly."
The five-year-old child spoke in a gloomy voice, his indifferent gaze more like that of a butcher than a child.
Holding a gleaming silver knife, he placed it against Lu Congrong's neck.
No matter how bold Lu Congrong is, she is still a young girl.
Playing dead was just a spur-of-the-moment decision; who knew it would end up in front of the county magistrate, and who knew it would develop into this?
She thought that Futu, a five-year-old child, hadn't paid attention, and that Su Jiaoniang, a woman, couldn't handle such a big matter. In the end, she thought she would settle the matter by paying compensation. Who knew that these people would be so stubborn and take the matter to court.
A cold knife pressed against my neck.
I felt a slight pain, and blood started flowing out.
The neck is a very delicate organ, consisting of only a thin layer of skin.
With just a little force, she would have lost her life.
She had seen countless children crush ants, and she wondered if Lu Futu was doing the same thing to her when he held a knife to her.
Just as the magistrate was about to order someone to stop Lu Futu's actions, a sweet-smelling object was thrown into his mouth the instant he opened it, and his gaze met Lu Wujiu's.
Swallow what's in your throat and refrain from speaking for the time being.
Lu Wujiu frowned. He didn't understand what Zhu Shi meant. What did she mean by "I'm sorry, Wujiu"?
Why should he be listed alongside men who die young?
Despite it being a simple language, Lu Wujiu, who had spoken Mandarin his entire life, couldn't process it for the first time. When he saw the magistrate trying to stop the monk, he instinctively threw away the donkey-hide gelatin cake in his hand.
Lu Futu strained as he watched blood flow from Lu Congrong's neck.
Lu Congrong's eyelashes trembled as she watched.
Zhu's eyes widened as she tried to tear the pagoda apart, but Su Jiaoniang stood in front of her.
She also wanted to stop Futu's behavior; she felt uncomfortable with a child having such a sinister and violent gaze.
but……
What a terrible child! If it weren't for Zhu and Lu Congrong courting death, why would he have become so heartless?
She would tell him that what he was doing was wrong, but she believed that Futu would not really kill Lu Congrong in such a situation. Although the child was five years old, he loved his family, and the family should be together.
He wouldn't let anything happen to himself, and he wouldn't let his elderly mother worry.
Su Jiaoniang believed in Buddhism.
Fu Tu felt the gentle gaze, and the violence in his heart subsided. He calmly stared at Lu Congrong, the knife in his hand slightly bent, landing on a thicker part of the skin, which could both deter and restrain Lu Congrong.
Unable to accept the possibility of death any longer, Lu Congrong suddenly opened her eyes.
Lu Futu smiled innocently as he looked up at the county magistrate sitting above him.
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