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Chapter 1192 I don't know what to do

"His Royal Highness, King Luo, has come a long way. I am sorry that I missed you from afar. I hope that His Highness will forgive you."

Cui Weizhen exchanged some pleasantries and said politely: "I didn't expect His Highness to be interested in solving the case. Your Highness is wise and powerful, and has extraordinary insights. I would like to invite Your Highness to take a seat, and I will cooperate with you."

He stretched out his hand, and the position he gave up was actually the person in charge of deciding the case. Ye Zhenzhen raised her eyebrows, not feeling anxious at all.

King Luo was slightly startled and said: "Uncle Jing Ning is joking, I am just an idle prince, how can I sit in a high court? Uncle Jing Ning will continue to resolve the case. I will listen for now and see what is going on."

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"Please give me more advice, Your Highness."

Cui Weizhen showed no surprise on his face and sat back in court. In order to take care of the newly arrived King Luo, he read out Zhao Yuhuan's charges again. Of course, Zhao Yuhuan still denied it.

Concubine Zhao glanced at Prince Ping anxiously, and Prince Ping cast a calm look at his beloved concubine.

Concubine Zhao was comforted because at this time King Luo spoke.

"Prefect Cui."

Because he was speaking in court, he changed his title and said: "Is there any misunderstanding? I also know the leader of the Zhao clan. He is a local high-ranking man. He has always been good at charity and has a good reputation. There is no way he would kidnap the young master.

etc. I understand very well that Magistrate Cui is angry because of what happened to Young Master Ling, but at this time it is better to investigate carefully, so as not to fall into the trap of the bad guys and let the good people be wronged."

Prince Luo was a gentle man, and his high-sounding words were righteous and reasonable, but upon closer inspection, there were some insinuations.

Isn't this a metaphor for Cui Weizhen's personal revenge?

Ye Zhenzhen was angry, it turned out that she was another sanctimonious hypocrite.

Cui Weizhen was not angry, and looked specifically at Ye Zhenzhen who was sitting in the corner. Seeing her angry look, a smile flashed in her eyes.

Although Zhen'er's temper has tempered somewhat over the years, she still has such a happy-go-lucky temper. It makes her heart feel sweet to think that she is fighting for him.

With this thought in mind, the sight of King Luo became much more pleasing to the eye.

Mingzhou Mansion is the fiefdom of King Luo. He can give King Luo some kindness, but if the other party wants to interfere with his decision-making, it is absolutely impossible.

Cui Weizhen smiled faintly and said: "The difference between what Your Highness said is that the government only relies on one piece of evidence to decide the case. Now that the witnesses and physical evidence are complete, the evidence that Zhao Yuhuan is the chief culprit has been ironclad. How can there be a misunderstanding? Your Highness has lived in Linzhou for a long time and does not know the Zhao family's style and temperament."

It’s understandable, don’t be blinded by unverified remarks.”

These words were already very honorable, and King Luo even found someone at the foot of the stairs.

However, King Luo was not only unappreciative, but also slightly sulky, his handsome face slightly darkened: "Prefect Cui is unwilling to give me face, and insists on continuing to pursue the case?"

Cui Weizhen said: "It's not that I don't give face, it's just that the country has national laws. I just act in accordance with the law and don't dare to show any favoritism."

In any case, I just don’t want to eat oil, salt, or soft or hard food.

King Luo was really angry now. Although he was not in the capital, he had heard the news in the capital, and he also understood the current situation of his old friend.

It was precisely because of this that he felt sulky and unhappy about being looked down upon. No matter how highly Cui Weizhen was respected, he was just a chess piece under his father's hands, but this chess piece was so arrogant that no one even paid attention to it.

In his eyes, he looked very ignorant.


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