I was chased by my sickly junior brother who had two lives

In the Dali Temple Prison in the capital, the atmosphere was gloomy and depressing. The torches on the wall flickered, and the light and shadows danced on the wet ground and cold walls, as if wronged souls were struggling. The Yang family was imprisoned here, waiting for an unknown fate.

Chen Jue stood in front of the prison gate, his face solemn, his eyes revealing determination and resoluteness.

He knew very well that this trial of the Yang family was of great importance, not only concerning the truth of the corruption case, but also concerning the justice and rule of law of the court. He straightened his clothes, took a deep breath, and then strode into the prison.

Yang Feng and others were imprisoned in a separate cell. They looked haggard, and their eyes were full of fear and anxiety. When Chen Jue walked in, they subconsciously raised their heads, with a hint of vigilance and despair in their eyes.

Chen Jue walked up to Yang Feng and looked at him quietly. After a moment, he said, "Yang Feng, now the evidence is solid and your Yang family's corruption is irrefutable. But before that, I have something to ask you."

Yang Feng raised his head, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Master Chen, what do you want to ask?"

Chen Jue frowned slightly and said, "Do you know this person named Yang Xiu? What is his relationship with your Yang family?"

When Yang Feng heard Yang Xiu's name, his body trembled slightly and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Yang Xiu? He is just a branch of my Yang family. He doesn't interact with us much on weekdays. Why did Lord Chen suddenly mention him?"

Chen Jue looked into Yang Feng's eyes, as if trying to see through his inner thoughts.

"Yang Xiu has some connections with the people around me. I was wondering whether I should implicate him because of your Yang family's affairs."

At this time, Chen Jue was also very conflicted. On the one hand, he wanted to vent his anger for Chen Jia, after all, the Yang family had done something cruel to them; on the other hand, he also knew that the law was fair and rigorous, and punishment should not be abused at will. He thought silently in his heart, waiting for Yang Feng's answer.

In the Duke's Mansion, Chen Jia learned that Chen Jue was going to interrogate the Yang family. She sat in front of the window, looking at the scenery outside, with a lot of thoughts in her mind.

She thought of her various entanglements with the Yang family, and felt both anger and a hint of pity in her heart.

She stood up, walked a few steps in the room, and then said to herself: "The Yang family's corruption is unforgivable, but the rules cannot be broken. The law is not used to vent personal anger. You can't let Ajue make mistakes because of me. Although Yang Xiu and Yang Feng have some relationship, they can't be implicated blindly. I have to talk to Ajue and tell him not to make any mistakes."

After Chen Jia made up his mind, he immediately went to the Dali Temple. When he arrived at the Dali Temple, he met Chen Jue.

When Chen Jue saw Chen Jia, he was slightly startled and asked, "Sister, why are you here?"

Chen Jia walked up to Chen Jue, looked him in the eyes, and said seriously: "Ajue, it is wrong for the Yang family to embezzle, but we have to follow the rules. The law does not allow nine generations of the family to be implicated. Yang Xiu and Yang Feng are not related at all, so don't drag him into this just because of the Yang family's mistakes. You can't do whatever you want, you have to act according to the law. What we want is justice, not revenge. You have always been sensible, so don't be confused about this matter."

Chen Jue looked at Chen Jia, feeling touched. He nodded and said, "Sister, I understand what you mean. You are right. We cannot violate the principles of the law. I will consider it carefully."

As night falls, a tense atmosphere permeates the interrogation room of the Dali Temple. Chen Jue decides to try Yang Feng and others at night, and he wants to make the truth known to the world.

In the interrogation room, the candlelight flickered, illuminating the pale faces of Yang Feng and others. Chen Jue sat at the interrogation table, staring at Yang Feng with a sharp gaze.

"Yang Feng, at this point, are you still not going to tell the truth?" Chen Jue's voice was low and majestic.

Yang Feng lowered his head and remained silent. He still had a glimmer of hope in his heart and wanted to fight to the end.

Chen Jue sneered and said, "Do you think you can escape the blame if you don't speak? I tell you, the evidence is already in front of you. If you tell the truth, you may be able to get a lighter sentence."

Yang Feng remained unmoved. He clenched his teeth and refused to speak.

Chen Jue was furious when he saw this, and decided to use torture to force Yang Feng to tell the truth.

"Someone come, torture me!" Chen Jue shouted loudly.

The jailers immediately stepped forward and placed various torture instruments in front of Yang Feng. When Yang Feng saw the torture instruments, his face turned even paler and his body began to tremble slightly.

"Yang Feng, if you don't say anything, don't blame me for being rude." Chen Jue said, with a fierce look in his eyes.

Yang Feng was filled with fear, but he still said with all his strength: "Master Chen, even if you torture me, I have nothing to say. My Yang family has been wronged."

Chen Jue laughed in anger and said, "Okay, you are stubborn. Then I will let you experience the power of these torture instruments."

The jailers began to torture Yang Feng, who screamed in pain. The interrogation room was filled with the smell of blood and pain.

Chen Jue felt a little sorry for Yang Feng's suffering, but he knew that he had to do this for the truth and justice.

"Yang Feng, are you going to tell it or not?" Chen Jue asked again.

Yang Feng was tortured to the point of dying, and his will began to waver. He knew that if he didn't tell the truth, he might be tortured to death.

"I'll tell you, I'll tell you..." Yang Feng finally spoke, his voice weak and trembling.

Chen Jue was delighted and quickly asked the jailer to stop torturing him. "Okay, tell me the truth and I'll give you a chance."

Yang Feng panted and began to recount the story of the Yang family's corruption. His voice was intermittent, full of regret and fear.

"Master Chen, my Yang family falsified accounts and passed off inferior materials as good ones in many projects in the capital. For example, the river repair project originally had a sufficient budget, but we secretly colluded with the foreman and used inferior materials to make a huge profit from the price difference. Those stones look solid, but in fact there are many cracks inside, and they can't withstand floods for a long time. As for the taxes in various places, we bribed local officials, tampered with the tax accounts, and intercepted a large amount of taxes."

Chen Jue listened carefully, recording important information from time to time. His heart was filled with anger. He did not expect that the Yang family would be so bold and reckless, and would not hesitate to harm the interests of the country and the people for their own benefit.

The interrogation lasted for a long time until Yang Feng confessed everything. Chen Jue stood up, looked at Yang Feng, and said, "Yang Feng, if you had known this would happen, you would not have done it in the first place. You and your family will pay for your crimes."

Yang Feng lowered his head, speechless. He knew that his life was over, so he could only whisper, "Can you spare our clan from extermination?"

Chen Jue paused, thinking of Chen Jia's words, and said softly: "You just attacked me and embezzled money. It won't bring disaster to my descendants. But the confiscation of my property is a done deal."

"It's good that people are not dead. It's good that people are not dead. Thank you, Master Chen."

Chen Jue walked out of the interrogation room and took a deep breath. The stars were twinkling in the night sky, but his heart was still heavy. He knew that this struggle was not over yet, and there were still more things waiting for him to do.