Duke Huan’s eyes revealed a hint of panic.
He said, "Such a matter actually disturbed the Holy Emperor; it’s truly shaful."
"I have failed in disciplining my son, and I’m afraid the Emperor will laugh at . I have just called the soldiers to capture him according to the original case."
"Emperor, you may move to the floral hall, have so tea, and rest for a mont while waiting for the investigation results."
Long Xiyuan waved his hand, quite relaxed and at ease: "No need for that."
"Since I’m already here, just let people handle the investigation here; I’m rather curious about this matter."
"Because I rember that an official once ntioned that the noble son who kicked an eighty-year-old man to death in the street seems to be your eldest son."
"Your eldest son Song Bufan, I’ve seen him a few tis, but how co he looks nothing like this Song Yingchuan standing before us?"
Duke Huan’s forehead was dripping with cold sweat.
He hurriedly cupped his hands, his tone anxious as if he were being slandered.
"Emperor, who is deliberately framing ? My eldest son Song Bufan, though he usually lacks discipline, would never dare commit murder!"
Long Xiyuan’s eyes flashed a hint of cold laughter.
He turned around and had soone bring over a chair.
"I’m curious about who instigated this from the inside, so I must co in person to check it out."
"You may start the trial now; I’ll be listening from the side."
Duke Huan exchanged a glance with the leading governnt officer, feeling that things were taking a bad turn.
The original plan was to take advantage of the night to drag Song Yingchuan out to take the bla.
By the ti the Emperor’s forces reacted, it would be too late.
However, he didn’t expect the Emperor would co directly into his house in the middle of the night just to listen to the case!
Bai Zhi’er saw Duke Huan’s pale face, standing motionless.
She urged, "Hurry up! Weren’t you insisting that my friend is a murder suspect? Why hasn’t the trial started? The Emperor is waiting to listen!"
Long Xiyuan, sitting in a chair with his head resting on his hand, heard this and glanced at Bai Zhi’er.
He couldn’t help but curl his thin lips, smiling helplessly.
This little girl sure knows how to seize the mont and borrow the authority of a tiger.
Feng Fuce glanced coldly at Long Xiyuan, quietly pulling Bai Zhi’er behind him, blocking half of her.
Due to the Emperor’s request, Duke Huan had no choice but to begin the trial on the spot.
Bai Zhi’er listened for a while.
She gained a general understanding of the case.
In Duke Huan Mansion, a young master was riding wildly in the street, chasing a scared boudoir lady.
Unexpectedly, he accidentally knocked down an elderly man nearly eighty years old.
The horse hoof stepped on him, and the old man died instantly.
The surrounding citizens hurriedly gathered around the horse, preventing the young master from leaving.
However, the other party yelled, "I am a son of Duke Huan Mansion; who dares stop !"
Then he swung his whip and injured several innocent passersby.
Everyone was afraid he’d go mad and continue to hurt people, so they had to move aside, letting him escape.
The elderly man who was trampled to death was a highly respected old Scholar from a nearby village.
He lived his life doing good, occasionally giving free lessons to children who couldn’t afford education.
He had an excellent reputation.
After his death, the citizens were outraged.
They collectively reported the case to the governnt.
Probably unable to withstand the pressure, the governnt went to Duke Huan Mansion.
The citizens heard that the governnt officer indeed took away a young master, initially thinking they had caught the murderer.
However, after waiting for a long ti, there was no news from the governnt about punishing this person.
So went to the governnt office to beat the drum and demand answers, only to be told that the person had fled in fear of the cri!
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