The maids and nuns gathered around Aunt Hua, crying and sobbing.
Shen Zhijiang roared hysterically. The other aunts, the Fourth Miss, the Fifth Miss and others were even more frightened. They knelt on the spot and did not dare to move.
As for the old Marquis, he leaned feebly on the butler, obviously not able to make the final decision.
The official of the Ministry of Rites frowned tightly, secretly thinking something bad.
There are so many aristocratic families in the capital, but he has never seen one that is more chaotic than the Shen family. Even if you just want to announce a decree, you will encounter such a thing. When you go back, you must take a bath with grapefruit leaves to get rid of the bad luck.
"Everyone be quiet!" the official of the Ministry of Rites shouted in a deep voice.
The servants and nurses below were chattering and complaining, and the maids and grandmothers were sobbing and quieting down a little.
The official of the Ministry of Rites said to Shen Zhijiang: "Sir Shen, I understand your feelings about losing your beloved son, but please calm down and wait until I ask you clearly."
Shen Zhijiang said angrily: "What else do you have to ask? I told you that I saw it with my own eyes..."
Before he finished speaking, the old Marquis reluctantly came over, raised his hand and slapped him, and cursed with a livid face: "You bastard, shut up!"
Shen Zhijiang was so aggrieved that he burst into tears: "Father, why should I shut up? It's obviously the fault of that beast Shen Wan!"
He didn't even understand what he had done wrong.
It was obviously "Shen Wan" who caused him to lose his son, but his own father would only tell him to shut up.
The old Marquis only felt the pain in his chest getting worse, and he clutched his chest tightly. How could he raise such a stupid thing?
Even if the evidence is conclusive and reported to the government, there is no reason to just listen to one side of the story during the trial. It is necessary to inquire clearly from both sides and verify the evidence before the case can be finalized.
Shen Zhijiang has been in the court for so many years, but he doesn't even understand this process, and he still has the nerve to yell and curse, and he is incompetent and furious.
If it were in the past, the Shen family would have had a hereditary title.
Even if Shen Zhijiang is a good-for-nothing, he can still live his life relying on the protection of his family, and no one will deliberately target him.
But now it's no longer possible. Without the support of the hereditary title, how can Shen Zhijiang gain a foothold in the court in the future if he continues to be so confused?
At this moment, the old Marquis truly regretted it.
If he had known this, he shouldn't have protected Shen Zhijiang from everything because he was his only son, and ended up raising such a useless snack.
Shen Zhijiang's reputation as a waste was heard by officials of all sizes in the court.
The official from the Ministry of Rites pretended not to hear anything and looked at Xiao Lingyue: "Shen Wan, what's your explanation?"
Xiao Lingyue said simply: "I did not poison."
Shen Zhijiang almost jumped up: "You lied, I obviously saw it!"
Xiao Lingyue said: "You just saw me feeding something into Aunt Hua's mouth. Who told you that it was poison?"
Shen Zhijiang was so angry that his eyes were splitting, and he pointed at her fiercely: "You dare not admit what you said yourself?"
The old Marquis suddenly realized something was wrong.
But he didn't have the energy to talk much.
A look of ridicule appeared on Xiao Lingyue's face: "You believe whatever I say, do you have a good-looking brain?"
Shen Zhijiang suddenly became angry: "Beast, what did you say..."
Xiao Lingyue interrupted directly: "The thing I fed Aunt Hua was just an ordinary sugar pill, not poisonous. If you don't believe it, wouldn't it be clear if you asked the doctor to check it?"
Shen Zhijiang looked at her in disbelief: "...sugar pill?!"
When the official from the Ministry of Rites heard this, he looked directly at the doctor kneeling next to Aunt Hua and asked: "Doctor, when you took Shen Hua's pulse, did you diagnose that she had any signs of poisoning?"
The doctor had an expression that he had been holding back for a long time. Finally he had a chance to speak. He immediately raised his hand and said, "Sir, Madam, she has no traces of poisoning." This chapter has been completed!