sbdcsierra Chapter 488 You don't believe me?
Chapter 488 You don't believe me?
The three officials from the Dali Temple were unilaterally crushed by the servants of the Shen Mansion. At that moment, the yamen runners who were brought in from outside as a precaution were let in by someone unknown and quickly joined the melee.
The servants of the Shen Mansion could not tolerate their own family being bullied in the Shen Mansion, so they quickly called their friends and made the battle even more intense.
Xie Nanxing casually threw the file into the melee.
Some dodged, some trampled, and some tore.
Soon, the file became torn into pieces.
"Sir Shen, is this how the Dali Temple tries cases?"
Shen Jinmo thought about it seriously and said, "I have no experience, so I can't give you an answer."
How could Shen Jinmo, a man who turned a dungeon into a vacation spot, know what being interrogated is?
Having had enough of the excitement, Xie Nanxing rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand.
Shen Jinmo pressed Xie Nanxing's hand down, wiped it with a handkerchief, and blew it gently: "Don't rub it, your hands are dirty, and your eyes will be red and swollen again later."
"Oh." He hid the culprit's hand that had just wiped his eyes: "This kind of interrogation is indeed a bit fun, but it hurts my eyes if I watch it too much."
Shen Jinmo tapped the back of the chair, and Mo Ping quickly arranged for people to break up the lively scene that was specially staged for Ji Yue to watch.
He first apologized to the people from the Dali Temple with a smile, then turned around, looked at the servants with a stern face, and scolded them severely.
"How dare you, one by one, assault an official appointed by the imperial court? Suppress them all."
As for what he was taken away for, that was the Shen family's business, and even Xia Hong had no way of asking.
The three officials in charge of the case picked up their black hats on the ground and put them on, only then did they see the file that had been trampled to pieces.
He hurriedly picked up one of the books and held it in his hand, wailing, "Who did it? Who did it?"
Xie Nanxing knew that Shen Jinmo hated to hear someone making such loud noises in front of him, so he quickly reached out to cover Shen Jinmo's ears.
Xie Nanxing pursed his lips and gave a serious explanation: "The wind was strong, and you bumped into the table, so the book fell to the ground."
"I called you, but you were so anxious in your investigation that no one of you had any intention of stopping."
"I don't want to interrupt your trial, so I can only help you count."
"You stepped on it three times, and he stepped on it twelve times. He didn't have any handy tools, so he just picked up the book and threw it at me..."
Seeing that these people didn't believe him, Xie Nanxing began to feel wronged: "You don't believe me?"
Xie Nanxing was very disappointed with the people in the Dali Temple: "If you don't believe it, forget it. Anyway, these people in the Shen Mansion can testify for me."
Mo Ping looked into Ji Yue's eyes hidden by the veil and nodded subconsciously.
Immediately afterwards, all the servants in the Shen Mansion nodded.
In the Shen family's territory, there is absolutely no such thing as giving face to one's family members.
They are all Ji Yue’s witnesses!
The courtyard fell into silence. The people from the Dali Temple breathed in and out repeatedly. They didn't dare to cause trouble in front of Shen Jinmo, but they couldn't say a word of faith.
The table didn't fall over but the scroll fell to the ground. No one would believe it even if they were stupid.
Besides, can we believe what these people from the Shen family say?
Maybe these slaves acted this way on purpose to protect Yang Huai.
They are unwilling.
They know the truth.
But in the Shen family's territory, there is no room for them to make trouble.
Xie Nanxing withdrew his hands that were covering Shen Jinmo's ears, looked at these officials who chose to swallow their bitterness, pulled up his veil, and quickly got into Shen Jinmo's arms.
The voice was muffled, as if he was aggrieved by being misunderstood: "Master Shen, I'm sleepy. Are they still trying the case?"
Shen Jinmo stood up holding Xie Nanxing, patted Xie Nanxing on the back and began to coax her.
"Mo Ping, show the guest out."
The stern order was given, and no one from the Dali Temple, from top to bottom, could step into the Shen Mansion.
Mo Ping escorted the people to the door and began to complain quietly: "I originally told you not to come in. You handed me so much silver. I am too soft-hearted. Can't I persuade my master to come?"
"It's all right now." He looked at the wrinkled and completely unusable file and said, "You may have to re-examine it again, but I would like to advise all the adults not to come to the Shen Mansion again."
"Master Jiyue of the Shen Mansion loves to throw tantrums, and my master loves it."
"You didn't follow his temper today. The next time I see you, my master might knock your heads off."
As if feeling guilty, Mo Ping took out half of the silver and prepared to return it.
"Although your wounds are not serious, you should still go see a doctor and have your official robes remade."
"This amount of silver is not much, just consider it as a token of my appreciation."
He took their money and did them favors. This housekeeper Mo from the Shen residence is really capable!
Everyone in the Dali Temple took a deep breath at the same time, turned around and left without looking back.
A bad year!
Fleeting is not good!
Looking at these people walking away, Mo Ping chuckled softly.
He threw all the silver handed over by these people to the servants following him and said: "Buy new clothes for those who fought today, and add a few more dishes for them tonight."
"The first person to take action will be rewarded with an extra five taels of silver, and the rest can be used to buy snacks for everyone in the mansion to share."
The action of Ji Yue throwing the account book flashed through his mind: "Buy more fine food and send it to Master Ji Yue."
It takes time to re-examine the witnesses. If Yang Huai is indeed in Shendu, this time is enough for him to find a way to escape.
If Yang Huai was not in the capital, that would be enough for him to hide his whereabouts and change his name.
Even if Ji Yue was just doing it for fun on a whim, Mo Ping should remember Ji Yue's kindness today, judging by his actions rather than his intentions.
The night is deep and the autumn rain is lonely.
The second round of questioning was going on day and night when a man in a wheelchair and exquisite clothes arrived in the dungeon of the Dali Temple.
"Brother Lu, the gangster boss introduced me to you to buy the death row prisoner."
The warden used the oil lamp in the cell to look at the man in the wheelchair whose face was not concealed at all. His expression suddenly changed, but he quickly put on an attentive smile.
At first glance, this person looks a bit like Yang Huai, but at second glance, they look even more alike.
But this is the prison cell of Dali Temple. If someone who looks so similar and dares to come in person is someone else, then he must not be Yang Huai.
What's more, Yang Huai has healthy hands and feet, so why does he need to sit in this wheelchair?
Leaving the boy pushing the wheelchair outside, the warden personally led the man to the cell where the death row prisoners were held.
As they walked, he introduced: "These people will be executed after the beginning of winter. It is normal for them to die in the cell for various reasons before being executed."
"If you have chosen someone, just take him back. Not only will you not have to worry about anything, but no matter what you ask him to do, the government won't be able to find out who he is."
Where there is demand, there is trade. These dead bodies, which are worthless to others, have been turned into a profitable business by the warden with the help of the gangster.
Some people want to find a scapegoat, and some people want to hire someone to kill someone.
No matter what the reason was, as long as enough money was paid, the warden would be able to satisfy these people.