New widow

Mr. Song sighed and couldn't sleep anymore. He had to go to the Ministry of Justice early the next morning. Suqiao specially arranged a carriage. The person who came to serve Mr. Song was Butler Du. When he saw Mr. Song, Butler Du stepped forward and saluted: "Master."

"Hey, morning, morning!" Mr. Song only said these two words, and Butler Du smiled and said: "Don't worry, this matter has nothing to do with you."

"What do you mean it has nothing to do with me." Mr. Song glared at Butler Du, who smiled and said: "You are here to represent the Duke's palace, and I am not asking you to be a prisoner."

As he spoke, Butler Du looked around and leaned into Mr. Song's ear: "Maybe we can let you go for a trial, so what do you have to worry about?"

Mr. Song couldn't help but smile: "You have a mouth that can talk."

"Look what you said, sir, if we didn't have a mouth that could talk, how could we have lived in this house?" With that, Butler Du asked Mr. Song to get in the car.

Mr. Song from the Punishment Department had been here before, but this was the first time he came as a family member of the victim. Mr. Song got out of the car, and Butler Du handed the film forward and walked into the Punishment Department.

"This lawsuit should be heard in Dali Temple." Before Mr. Song could reach the hall, he heard voices coming from inside. Mr. Song couldn't help but stop and heard someone answer, presumably An official from the Ministry of Punishment said, "The Emperor has entrusted this case to our Ministry of Punishment for investigation, so naturally it will be tried before the Ministry of Punishment."

When Mr. Song heard these discussions, he paused for a while before walking inside.

In addition to officials from the Ministry of Punishments, there was actually a young minister from Dali Temple in the hall. Since they were all doing

The officials also greeted each other and saluted each other. As soon as Mr. Song sat down, he said to the officials from the Criminal Department: "There is enough evidence for this case today."

"Such a big case is open to the public, who dares to show favoritism?" A minister from the Ministry of Punishment said this when he heard Mr. Song say this. Mr. Song nodded, and the young minister of Dali Temple smiled at the side: "If you really want to show favoritism, it must be your British government who wants to show favoritism. After all, this is a family scandal."

This sentence made Mr. Song blush, and the Minister of Punishment also laughed: "If the Emperor hadn't been a wise man, and he wanted to investigate, I'm afraid the British Duke would have died unjustly."

"I heard that their family had been quarreling for a long time about the heir." The young minister of Dali Temple also intervened. Mr. Song's face became redder and redder. Everyone was an official, so naturally they knew what these words meant. What do you mean? After a while, Mr. Song said: "Today we are interrogating criminals, so there is no need to talk about our family's family affairs."

The Minister of Criminal Affairs and the Young Minister of Dali Temple both smiled and said nothing. Since Su Du and Zhang Qing were the main force in investigating this case, they would submit the file first today. The Minister of Criminal Affairs and the Young Minister of Dali Temple also opened the file and read it. After taking a look, Mr. Song stretched his neck to see what was written inside, but saw nothing.

The Minister of Punishment and the Shaoqing of Dali Temple discussed for a few words and then went to court.

The boy who was sent up first was the boy and the accounting gentlemen. The boy was okay, but he was just frightened. The accounting gentlemen had suffered unprecedented hardships in prison. Seeing Mr. Song, the accountant, loudly shouted his injustice: "Sir,

We didn't make any mistakes, we were just greedy for a little more money. "

Mr. Song's face suddenly lost all emotion, and it was the Minister of Punishment who repeatedly knocked on the gavel tree before he became quiet. After being asked a few questions, the boy knelt down to the side. The accounting gentlemen were asked in great detail. Mr. Song listened to the whereabouts of the money and couldn't help but twitching his face. This must be too greedy. .

The accounting gentlemen were beaten to death in prison, so naturally they knew everything and said everything, but everyone put the blame on Master Eleven, saying that it was Master Eleven who was instigating it, otherwise how could they dare to do this? To the main house.

Mr. Song was listening, feeling really sorry for the money. Only then did the Minister of Punishment ask Mr. Eleven to come to court. Master Eleven was wearing shackles today, and he walked up dragging the shackles.

After entering the hall, Mr. Eleven refused to kneel down, and still stood there. The Minister of Punishment patted the wall and asked: "Why don't the criminals kneel down?"

"I'm not guilty, why do I have to kneel down?" Mr. Eleven was still so calm and composed. Mr. Song couldn't help but sigh in his heart. If Mr. Eleven hadn't done these things, then Mr. Eleven would indeed be the most outstanding person of this generation of the Song family. He is a much better person than Song An. No wonder he is unwilling to do so. He is obviously so much better than Song An. Just because Song An was born in the British Duke's Palace, he became the master of the British Duke's Palace and enjoyed all the glory and wealth.

The words of Master Eleven did not move the Minister of Punishment. He only winked briefly, and two officials came forward, held Master Eleven's shoulders, and forced him to kneel down.

Then the Minister of Punishment threw a scroll of text in front of Mr. Eleven: "The witnesses and material evidence are all here."

, what's your excuse? "

"Human and physical evidence?" Mr. Eleven just sneered: "How did this human and physical evidence come about? You know much better than me."

"You!" The young minister of Dali Temple rarely met such a person. He clapped his hands and was about to order a beating. The Minister of Punishment held down the young minister of Dali Temple's hand: "You come to the court and you still refuse to admit it after seeing the evidence." There are more people, and you are not the first one. Come on, give me more evidence."

The government officials responded with a yes, and then several people came up from outside. Mr. Eleven initially thought that this was not the case, but when he saw the people coming up, Mr. Eleven's expression couldn't help but change. This was no one else, but the one who died. The maid’s parents.

They are here, which means that all the escape routes left by Master Shiyi have been destroyed. Master Shiyi stared at them, but he was still unconvinced: "This is just a tenant farmer of my family, how can you prove it?"

"Tell me the whole story." The Minister of Punishment did not pay attention to Master Eleven, but said to the couple.

The tenant farmer didn't dare to speak, but his wife was eloquent. She bowed and said loudly: "The young one doesn't know his surname. He lost his parents when he was a child and wandered here. When he was ten years old, he was taken in by the old man."

"Who is the old man?" The Minister of Punishment wanted to ask clearly, but the woman had already said: "Master Eleven's father, he took in several girls. He originally thought that he wanted to choose a few of us to be his concubines. , who would have thought that when we grow up, we will realize that this is not the case.”

"What's the truth?" The Minister of Justice asked again, but Master Eleven already said loudly: "These people have received favor from my family, but now they want to bite back. Such people

, should be beaten to death. "