"Later, my father was discovered by people in the same village and hired a bullock cart to take him back. When he came back, he was only breathing! After arriving home, my father left his name Wen Pojun and died!"
The hatred in Zhang San's tone grew stronger.
"I buried my father and inquired again and again! Finally, after tying up a Wen Pojun henchman, I learned the truth about that day."
"It was that beast Wen Pojun who raped my little sister and beat my father to death. My poor little sister couldn't bear the humiliation and finally threw herself into the canal and committed suicide without any trace of her body!"
Zhang San raised his head, "Sir, tell me! Shouldn't such a beast die?!"
The light of hatred in his eyes made people's hearts palpitate.
Yang Qingyuan's face was expressionless, "After the incident, did you report it to the official?!"
Zhang San smiled miserably, "Sir, I don't have any evidence, how can I report it to the official?! Even if I report it, who will arrest the son of General Zuotunwei because of my words?!"
Yang Qingyuan nodded, "I understand, I will investigate this matter in detail."
Zhang San saluted Yang Qingyuan, "Mr. Yang, I have heard of your name. You are a good official! I don't ask for a rare death, I just ask that you can find out the truth and return the innocent people who died at the hands of Wen Pojun."
Women, justice."
Although Zhang San is just a hunter, he does have a chivalrous spirit when he slaughters dogs for justice.
As he spoke, Zhang San knelt on the ground with a bang and kowtowed to Yang Qingyuan three times.
In this era, kneeling can be seen everywhere, but it is also the highest etiquette.
Yang Qingyuan did not stop Zhang San, but turned around and walked out of the interrogation room door, and said to the police officer outside the door, "Watch this person closely and find a doctor to treat his injuries. No one is allowed to visit without a warrant from this officer.
Punishment is strictly prohibited!"
Yang Qingyuan just saw the injuries on Zhang San's body. Jingzhao Mansion has not punished him. How did he get this injury?
Wenjie, the general of Zuotunwei, is so powerful!!
But Dali Temple is not Jingzhao Mansion, so he cannot be allowed to cover the sky with one hand.
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The gate of Wen Mansion is open.
A man wearing a military attache's robe led someone out.
"Hahaha! It turns out that Mr. Di from Dali Temple was rude!"
Although he said it was rude, his attitude did not take Di Zhiyuan to heart.
If Yang Qingyuan came in person, Wen Jie would certainly give him some face. After all, Jian was in the emperor's heart, was very popular, and was still a candidate for future cabinet ministers.
But a mere Di Zhiyuan was not enough to make Wenjie, a third-grade general of Zuotunwei, put down his dignity.
Hu Die, who came with Di Zhiyuan, was on full alert.
General Zuo Tunwei is also a Yuan Hua realm warrior, and his aura is not very friendly either.
"General Wen is serious!"
Di Zhiyuan was neither humble nor arrogant, and bowed to Wenjie.
"I am here to investigate the death of the young master. According to your majesty's decree, the case has now been transferred to the jurisdiction of Dali Temple! I am here to summon witnesses on the order of Mr. Yang."
Wen Jie's face turned serious, "What?! Is this case so complicated?!"
"This case has been heard by the heavens, and it involves you and Li Shilang of the Ministry of War. Naturally, we need to be cautious! Otherwise, no matter who interferes with our Dali Temple and neglects their duties, we will not feel comfortable!"
Di Zhiyuan's words were soft yet strong, saying that he could not afford to offend the two of them, but he was actually telling Wen Jie that Li Chengguang, the Minister of War, was also watching the case and warned him not to mess around.
Wen Jie snorted coldly, "Isn't the case clear enough?! The hunter named Zhang San has already admitted to shooting my son, what else can be investigated!?"
Di Zhiyuan has also been an official for many years, and he comes to situations casually.
"General Wen, this case has alarmed the Holy Emperor. Master Yang must be careful. If something goes wrong and someone from the Metropolitan Procuratorate takes a copy of Ginseng, it will be more than worth the loss! What do you think, General Wen!?"
Wen Jie narrowed his eyes. He didn't expect that Di Zhiyuan, a small official of Dali Temple, could be so difficult to deal with. In his words, he used the emperor to suppress him.
"Wen Liu, Lai Fu, and Wen Wu, you three, go with Master Di! Remember to tell the adults at Dali Temple exactly how the young master was killed. If something goes wrong, what will you miss? Humph!"
Di Zhiyuan's expression remained unmoved, but he understood the meaning of Wen Jie's words.
I can only talk about the death of Wen Pojun. If you dare to say more, you may be killed!
However, these servants didn't know much about other things, otherwise Wen Jie wouldn't have let them go so easily.
"Then thank you General Wen for your cooperation in the investigation! Dali Temple will definitely do its best to investigate the case and give you justice!"
"Then I'll help you all!"
Wen Jie looked at the people in Dali Temple who were leaving and smiled disdainfully. These servants had just followed Wen Po's army and didn't know much about their previous ridiculous things!
In this case, the Wen family is the absolute victim.
Although Wen Pojun attempted to kidnap Li Qingning, it was only half done. Even if it was completed, it would still be an act of raping a woman, and a sentence of exile would be the limit.
But now Wen Pojun is dead! He died in the hands of an Orion!
This is the key to the case!
Moreover, according to the previous confession at the Jingzhao Yin Mansion, Zhang San did not kill to save others, but simply killed for the sake of killing.
Even if the trouble comes before the Holy One, he is always polite and reasonable!
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In Dali Temple, Yang Qingyuan was carefully looking at the confession in his hand.
If what Zhang San said is true, Wen Pojun’s death would not be a pity!
But for now, it's just Zhang San's words.
Neither Dali Temple nor Jingzhao Yin Mansion has any evidence to prove this matter.
Therefore, the key to this case still lies in the punishment.
While Yang Qingyuan was thinking, a police officer came to report.
"Sir! Someone outside the Yamen wants to see you!?"
Yang Qingyuan, who was thinking about the case, raised his head and said, "Who wants to see you?"
"Master Yao Yuanzhi, the head of the Ministry of War!"
Yang Qingyuan put down the scroll and said happily: "Yuan Zhi is here! Please come quickly!"
After a while, the policeman ushered in a man and two women.
As soon as he entered the door, the man quickly walked up to Yang Qingyuan, bowed down and said, "Student Yao Yuanzhi, pay your respects to Enfu!"
"Hahaha! Yuanzhi! Long time no see! Even more mature!"
Yang Qingyuan raised his hand in the air and supported Yao Yuanzhi who wanted to salute.
Although the two of them did not have the title of master and disciple, they were actually master and disciple.
"Two years no see! Enfu is getting younger!"
This person is none other than the scholar Yao Yuanzhi whom Yang Qingyuan met in Fenglingdu Hotel when he returned from Pingshan County.
After he entered the capital, Yang Qingyuan personally helped him review the methods of calculation. During this period, he also received guidance from Li Xunhuan and Wang Hua.
The imperial examination held in the 13th year of Yong'an is said to be the most spiritual year in the Yong'an period. The top three in this year were personally tutored. Yao Yuanzhi also refused to accept Yang Qingyuan's expectations and ranked 13th in the second class of high school.
When the imperial court arranged official positions, he went to the border to serve as the magistrate of a border county after observing the affairs of the Ministry of War.
