The typo and misnomer have been corrected, updated today

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When she heard the news, Chen Shiba Niang was having breakfast. She threw down her bowls and chopsticks, got up and ran to her grandfather's house.

"Master is here." The maid in the yard stopped her and whispered.

Chen Shiba Niang pushed her aside and walked in quickly. The door of the room was open, and inside she could see Old Mrs. Chen talking to Chen Shao, and several stewards sitting there.

"...These, and these...are all sold..." Old Mrs. Chen said, pushing over several deeds in front of him.

"Father, this is your private property, how can you sell it with your son's implication?" Chen Shao said.

"Although it is said to be my private property, it was bought at a lower price than the market price. It is all my fault. I want you brothers to move to the capital and rush to buy it." Old Mrs. Chen said.

"But I hadn't entered the capital yet at that time. This matter had nothing to do with my father. It was all my fault for humiliating my father." Chen Shao kowtowed.

"How can I blame you? It's my fault for not avoiding taboos." Old Mrs. Chen said, "The imperial censor is just telling stories based on hearsay. What is true or false is just for the sake of argument. Who cares what the facts are."

In the room, Chen Shao's choking self-blame continued, and Chen Shiba Niang couldn't listen anymore. She raised her hands to wipe her tears, turned around and ran away quickly.

How can you blame your grandfather? This is his money, not his father's.

How can you blame your father? This is a house that his grandfather bought before he came to Beijing.

Who's to blame? It's all my fault that the father wanted to speak to the woman, but the censor bit him and refused to let go.

It's all her fault, it's all her fault, it's all her fault.

Didn't I say that? As long as she is willing to leave the capital, this matter will be over.

Why doesn't she want to go? Why doesn't she want to go?

"Eighteen Mother, where are you going?"

Chen Danniang shouted from behind, looking at Chen Shiba Niang who was walking out quickly.

Chen Shiba Niang has passed away like the wind.

At this time, the Prime Minister of Dali Temple frowned and looked at the notice handed over by the Yushitai.

"After all, it's a life-saving favor, so why are you so anxious to kill someone?" He couldn't help but say.

"The King of Hell wants someone to die at the third watch. Who dares to stay until the fifth watch?" the subordinate said, "Sir, please issue the signature."

This ghost judge can even be so cruel to his savior, so people like them don't need to get into trouble.

Don’t you see that even the dignified Prime Minister Chen was so embarrassed that he had to resign?

Dali Si Cheng nodded.

"Bring someone here," he said.

The subordinate responded and turned to leave.

"Walk a little slower," Si Cheng said again, "At least you can finish your meal safely."

The subordinate laughed.

"Compared with the ghost judge, Si Cheng, you are a Bodhisattva." He smiled, bowed and retreated.

"After all, he is a disciple of an immortal. Leave a line in everything so that we can meet each other easily in the future. You don't have to be too strict." Si Cheng muttered.

Although Dali Temple was willing to relax, Cheng Jiaoniang's meal was still disturbed.

There was a loud knock on the door, and the concierge opened it. Before asking who it was, a woman wrapped in a cloak and a hood rushed in.

"What are you doing? Who are you?" shouted the concierge.

Because she was a woman, she didn't dare to stop him, so she accidentally let Chen Shiba Niang break in, but the next moment he shouted, the two guards sitting in the concierge rushed out.

They didn't care whether they were men or women, they stretched out their hands and grabbed them without any courtesy.

Chen Shiba Niang's scream sounded in the yard.

This made everyone in the family stand up. Huang held her child in her arms, and even Cheng Jiaoniang came out.

"Ms. Chen, what are you..." Banqin asked hurriedly.

The two guards looked at Cheng Jiaoniang, then let go of their hands and stood aside, but their eyes were still fixed on Chen Shiba Niang.

Chen Shiba Niang reached out and threw off her hood angrily and looked at Cheng Jiao Niang.

"Why don't you want to leave?" she asked. "Don't you know how to avoid the sharp edges and keep a low profile?"

Another one to accuse the lady...

The maid was busy with the business of the three stores and was often away from home. Banqin's eyes were red and she felt extremely angry that she couldn't speak.

"Do you know how many people you are going to harm by doing this now?" Chen Shiba Niang said with tears in her eyes, "Do you know that my father was impeached because of you, and my grandfather was insulted..."

Before she finished speaking, Cheng Jiaoniang shook her head and interrupted.

"That's not because of me, it has nothing to do with me," she said.

Chen Shiba Niang bit her lower lip, feeling angry and about to cry.

"Cheng Jiaoniang, you are so heartless," she said.

"This lady."

Mrs. Huang looked around, handed the child to the girl, boldly stepped forward and said in a trembling voice.

"If you are here as a guest, please sit down and talk inside. If you are here to quarrel, then please go back."

"I'm not talking to you." Chen Shiba Niang said without looking away from Cheng Jiao Niang.

"But you are talking in my house." Huang's temper also got worse, and she said in a louder voice.

Only then did Chen Shiba Niang look at her and raised her hands to wipe away her tears.

"Quarrel." She laughed again, "I don't dare to quarrel with her. I just don't understand what you want to do?"

"You don't need to understand." Cheng Jiaoniang said, looking out the door, "It's enough for me to understand."

Banqin also looked outside the door, his expression suddenly changed.

Chen Shiba Niang subconsciously turned around and saw several police officers standing in front of the door.

"But Mrs. Cheng?" The messenger stood in front of the door and asked in a kind and respectful manner, "We are from Dali Temple."

Chen Shiba Niang suddenly turned her head to look at Cheng Jiao Niang.

"Madam." Banqin reached out and took Cheng Jiaoniang's arm, tears welling up in her eyes.

So, has the wait finally come?

"Are you asking a question, or are you going to jail?" Chen Shiba Niang stepped forward and asked.

"Well, it depends on how the question goes." The messenger replied respectfully.

"Can my family stay with me?" Huang asked in a trembling voice.

"Of course you can, as long as you don't go to court." The messenger said with a smile, then quickly put it away again.

Although laughter can express one's friendliness, as policemen of Dali Temple, their laughter makes people more unhappy.

"No need, sister-in-law." Cheng Jiaoniang said, "Ban Qin and I can go."

Huang looked at her, stroking the hand in front of her body and trembling slightly.

"Just go and talk to your brother." Cheng Jiaoniang said again.

Huang responded yes.

"Sister, don't be afraid," she said tremblingly.

I don’t know who is more afraid of this...

The police officer on the side murmured to himself, looking at Mrs. Cheng with some admiration again.

As expected, he is worthy of being a disciple of an immortal, a master disciple of a different person, looking at Yun Danfengqing's demeanor...

"I'm not afraid." Cheng Jiaoniang said with a slight smile, turned around and took the first step.

"Cheng Jiaoniang!"

Chen Shiba Niang chased a few steps and shouted.

Cheng Jiaoniang looked back at her, turned around and went out without saying anything.

Surrounded by policemen, a carriage drove past on the street.

The streets were extremely cold after the snow. Even though he was wrapped in a thick cloak, Han Yuanchao, who had been standing at the door since dawn, had his hands and feet numb from the cold.

Watching the carriage passing by, he couldn't help but step forward, his legs and feet staggering.

"Sir." The boy quickly supported him.

Han Yuanchao helped him stand firm, watching the carriage go away. The young man's thick brows furrowed even more in the cold wind, and he held his hands tightly in his sleeves.

"I cannot change my mind and follow the vulgar ways, otherwise I will end up miserable and poor." He chanted slowly.

After chanting, he smiled bitterly again.
To be continued...