Han Mengxiao and Pan Yue'e have never faced each other head-on, but Han Mengxiao has already investigated the details of the enemy who threatens her life. This is why, as soon as Pan Yue'e showed her face, Han Mengxiao knew that she was Nie Qianqiu's wife.
Since Yue Wugou brought her to court for interrogation as a suspect, the original murder case must have something to do with her, so don't blame Han Mengxiao for being rude!
"Of course! You, you little bitch who has betrayed your family and forgotten your ancestors, you'd better die!" Pan Yue'e's heart was dark, but her thoughts were simple. She didn't realize at all that every word she said in the trial hall for incompetence
She would be used as evidence in court, and she still pretended to be a general's wife and said bad words to Han Mengxiao. It was considered that she still had a little bit of consciousness and knew that she could not directly throw dirty water on Han Mengxiao. After thinking about it, she pulled it out
A rhetoric about "forgetting one's ancestors"!
Hasn't this little bitch already severed blood ties with the Nie family? Then take advantage of this and humiliate her!
"Forgetting the ancestors?" Han Mengxiao smiled slightly, her splendid face was as beautiful as a flower, but the beauty was like the blue hellfire, but the beauty made people feel cold: "Madam, this is wrong! I am incompetent.
We have no ancestors, so how can we say we have abandoned them?"
"As the legitimate daughter of the Nie family, you say that you have no family or ancestors. You little bitch, you really can say that!" Pan Yue'e pushed back hard, but her tone was obviously weaker!
"Okay, shut up, this is the court!" Han Mengxiao wanted to say something else, but Zi Yihan's cold face stopped her.
"Let's start the trial!" Zi Yihan turned his head and said to the bewildered judge.
He didn't stop it from the beginning because he also wanted to see if Pan Yue'e was really involved in the murder. Now that he heard her acting like this, he knew without even thinking that she must be involved! As for whether he was the principal culprit, the trial
After that, I knew that it was time for this dignified official of the Ministry of Justice to change! He actually allowed two women to quarrel in court!
(If the presiding officer wiping a cold sweat next to him knew that his official position was not guaranteed after this court hearing, he would definitely cry out that he was wronged! This one is the wife of the general who protects the country, and the other is the concubine of your God of War, Prince. There are also other people in the auditorium.
There are two princes, a supervisor, and I, an errand boy, dare to do nothing. Of course, I am waiting for you to give orders. I am wronged!)
Han Mengxiao glared at Zi Yihan, knowing that he was a little excited, so he kept silent.
As soon as the wooden door was struck, the judge shouted loudly: "My wife, you plotted to poison Prince Jue, and framed Prince Chaoran and Princess Han as the blame. Please plead guilty!"
Pan Yue'e raised her head and her voice was higher than that of the judge: "It's funny! I have no enmity with Prince Jue, so why did I want to kill him? It wasn't me who did it! I was wronged!"
He secretly glanced at Zi Yihan and saw that his expression did not move at all. The judge gritted his teeth and slapped the gavel again: "Bold woman, do you know that this is the court of the Ministry of Justice? Since you are a suspect, you go to the court.
You should call yourself a sinful woman. You talk to me about my wife. Could it be that you want me to punish you for contempt of court! The court judge is Prince Han, but Prince Han, Princess Han, don’t you even remember the etiquette of a monarch and his ministers?
Why don’t you kneel down quickly!”
After the judge said this, he secretly complained in his heart!
General Nie, you have made great achievements in the court. It’s not that your subordinates don’t give you face, but that your wife is too ignorant of etiquette! Alas, no wonder you never take her around in front of others. With such a wife... Alas, you