"Aren't you investigating Lin Moyun's case now? Why on earth did you bring up your second sister's marriage?" Lin Changxiao, the only straight man in the hall, couldn't hear the twists and turns: "Fourth, please speak quickly, don't
It’s wasting everyone’s time.”
"Sir." Lin Changxi half raised his eyebrows and stood up, bowing his hands to Jing Zhaoyin: "Everything Su Wen said is true!"
Lin Changxi spoke in a sonorous voice without any hesitation: "I was going to welcome my sixth brother to Beijing, but it was because I was injured in an attack outside Lingjun that I had to return to Beijing early to recuperate."
"Lin Changxi!" Lin Laosan glared and shouted angrily: "What the hell are you spewing with such nonsense? Have you thought clearly about the consequences?!"
"Second brother, do you also want to imitate your elder brother's disobedience and unfilial piety?" Mrs. Song's face was as dark as water, and her eyes almost burst out of fire.
"Shut up!" Jing Zhaoyin waved his hand, and the officials swarmed up and stood behind everyone, their expressions solemn and murderous. Everyone was immediately trembling with fear and did not dare to speak casually.
However, the couple from the third bedroom and Mrs. Song, each with sharp eyes, almost overwhelmed the second bedroom and his family.
"Sir." Lin Changxi raised his eyebrows, his eyes firm: "Everything Changxi said is true. That day on the street, Changxi was slashed in the back with a knife by a murderer. The blade penetrated deep into the flesh, and the bone was visible. Although the injury has recovered now, the scar remains.
You Zai. Chang Xi is available for adults to check the injury at any time."
"Even if there is really an injury, what can it prove?" Mrs. Song finally couldn't hold it back: "You and Chang Xiao have always loved dancing with guns and sticks. Swords have no eyes. Who knows when the injury on your back fell?
of?"
"Injuries are different from injuries." Lin Zhi said casually: "Differences in weapons, strength, and starting position will cause different scars. The length of time of injury will also cause differences in wounds. Any experienced operator can see this.
The date of the injury. The physical evidence of the wound cannot be faked. Grandma is shallow after all."
Mrs. Song gritted her teeth angrily and secretly hated Lin Zhi: "Even so, who can prove that his injury is related to Yun'er?"
"I can." Su Wen said at the right time: "Sir, the civilian girl holds important evidence in her hands, which is enough to prove that Lin Moyun paid for the murder and committed the murder."
She took out a cloth bag from her sleeve, opened it, and presented the book wrapped in it with both hands: "This is the account book of the Kuizhou branch of Anye Pavilion during the month when Mr. Liu passed by. It clearly records the transactions between Miss San and them.
The time and amount. There are also several letters in the account book, all of which are proof of the third lady’s dealings with them.”
Jing Zhaoyin looked solemnly and looked through the account books and letters one by one. His eyes gradually showed disgust and sarcasm: "What a vicious woman with a vicious heart! She colludes with evil gangsters and fights with the same roommate! She has no sense of etiquette, justice and integrity!"
"Come here, capture the evil girl Lin Moyun. Take her to the prison and wait for the approval of the Ministry of Punishment before being executed!"
"No!" Lin Laosan said subconsciously: "Lin Moyun is the biological sister of Concubine Xian! Can you bear to deal with Concubine Xian's anger?"
Jing Zhaoyin sneered: "The emperor has decreed that the emperor's crimes are the same as those of the common people. Is the sister of a good concubine more powerful than the emperor?"
Lin Laosan was speechless and could only look at Mrs. Song for help.
The old lady was scheming, her eyes flashed, and she suddenly pulled her lips and looked at Jing Zhaoyin.
"Sir, in the final analysis, what happened today is just a farce played by children, and it is a family matter of our Lin family. As long as we reconcile privately, can we let things go by the wayside?"