Cut off my tendons in my hands and feet to make me marry? Prepare to die!

Chu Hantian looked at Feng Xiaolou with admiration, and then said in a cold voice:

"I am here today and will not tolerate any torture to force a confession. Yue Ran, I order you to untie him immediately!"

Yue Ran shrugged, withdrew his foot regretfully, and waved his hand with a cold light at Yue Zihuan.

Yue Zihuan closed his eyes with a broken heart, but the next moment his whole body relaxed because the ropes on his body had been cut by the dagger in Yue Ran's hand.

He got up angrily, pulled out the cloth stuffed in his mouth, and knelt down in front of Chu Hantian in grief:

"Please, Your Highness, please help me. Yue Ran is so cruel and ruthless that he killed my mother. This is intolerable to heaven and earth!"

Chu Hantian stared at Yue Ran with a cold gleam in his eyes:

"Yue Ran, do you have anything else to say?"

Zhou Wenzhen, who was sitting next to him, opened and closed his mouth several times.

It seems that he has nothing to do in this class today.

Yue Ran's face was calm and composed, and there was even a hint of sarcastic smile at the corner of his mouth, which was full of disdain for Yue Zihuan.

She said loudly:

"It is really pitiful that Princess Song died an untimely death. She should have been waiting for burial in the palace, but Yue Zihuan refused to repent and kept making false accusations. I have no choice but to take Princess Song's body to the Dali Temple."

She didn't look at Chu Hantian, but turned her eyes to Zhou Wenzheng:

"Master Zhou, can I present both the witnesses and the evidence?"

Zhou Wenzhen glanced at Chu Hantian, whose face was gloomy, and nodded quickly:

"of course can."

Yue Zihuan roared excitedly:

"Yue Ran, you caused my mother to die with regrets, and now you want to insult her body. Why are you so cruel, woman?"

Yue Ranli ignored him and asked Zhou Wenzheng again:

"Sir Zhou, should those who roar in court be given a small punishment?"

Zhou Wen Zheng simply stopped looking at Chu Hantian and signaled to the side. Immediately, someone from the Dali Temple stepped forward to subdue the agitated Yue Zihuan and stuffed a cloth ball into his mouth.

Yue Ran clapped his hands, and several guards from the Dingbei Palace carried Song's body and the body of a man in black to the lobby. Behind them, several men in black who were tied up tightly were also carried up and knelt beside them.

Seeing those men in black, Chu Hantian and Yue Zihuan's eyes were shocked at the same time.

Yue Ran spoke again:

"Please ask the coroner from the Dali Temple to come and examine the cause of death of these two people."

Upon hearing this, Yue Zihuan cried and kowtowed heavily in front of Song's body, looking quite pitiful.

Feng Xiaolou showed reluctance and said in a sad voice:

"Sister, Princess Song died so tragically, how could you treat her like this?"

Yue Ran looked at Feng Xiaolou strangely:

"I have been falsely accused of murder by Yue Zihuan. Without asking the deceased to speak, am I still expecting Feng Fengyi to give me a break?"

Feng Xiaolou frowned. She always felt that Yue Ran was mocking her in some way, saying that she was unworthy.

After examining the body, the coroner stood up and reported:

"I have experienced this before. Princess Song died from the knife wounds of these men in black, and the dead man in black died from the long sword of Princess Yue Ran."

He was only responsible for providing evidence, while the case was left to Zhou Wenzhen.

Zhou Wenzheng looked at the men in black seriously and slammed the gavel heavily:

"Who are you? Why do you want to assassinate Princess Song?"

A kneeling man in black sneered disdainfully:

"We are spies under the command of King Dingbei. We are ordered by the king to kill Song. Killing is killing, there is no reason!"

Zhou Wenzheng took a deep breath. Are these men in black subordinates of King Dingbei?

Then why did Yue Ran personally send them to the Dali Temple?

Chu Hantian finally found an opportunity and looked at Yue Ran coldly:

"You've wasted your time. After all, it was Yue Yuan who sent someone to kill Princess Song. The murderer was either you or Yue Yuan. What do you have to say now?"

Yue Ran raised her eyebrows and looked at the man in black who spoke:

"You said you were a spy for the Dingbei Palace. Then let me ask you, what is your number? Where did you receive training? Who is your superior? When did you enter the palace? What missions have you performed since you entered the palace? What did you eat for lunch on the fifth day of the third month of the Jiachen year?"

The man in black was suddenly stuck and couldn't answer for a while.

He prepared a serial number and a substitute name, but he was unable to answer the following questions.

Who the hell remembers what they had for lunch two years ago?

Zhou Wenzhen stroked his sparse beard approvingly.

Yue Ran's series of questions is also a common method used by people who are investigating cases.

As the saying goes, the devil is always in the details. Once a liar tells a lie, he will have to use countless other lies to cover it up, and the loopholes will only increase.

Chu Hantian looked quietly at the sweaty man in black, and slowly clenched his hands into fists.

These people cannot be kept!

If Yue Ran continues to ask, she will probably find evidence to prove that they are spies from the Eastern Palace.

As a spy, he did not commit suicide when he was captured alive by the enemy. Such a person will betray him sooner or later.

"Since he is the one who pretended to be a spy from the Dingbei Palace and falsely accused the Dingbei King, there is nothing to say. Come on, beat him to death with sticks..."

Before Chu Hantian could finish, Yue Ran suddenly interrupted him:

"Your Highness, wait!"

She carefully selected the only one among the men in black who was afraid of death. How could he give Chu Hantian the opportunity to silence him?

"Last night, I discovered that Yue Zihuan entered the ancestral temple with these men in black. They clearly knew each other. Since Princess Song died at the hands of the men in black, their identities are questionable. I ask Your Highness to allow Lord Zhou to continue interrogating Yue Zihuan and these men in black."

As soon as Yue Ran finished speaking, Zhou Wenzheng immediately slammed the gavel:

"Yue Zihuan, you keep saying that Yue Ran killed Princess Song. The coroner proved that it was a false accusation. The black-clad man who went to the ancestral temple with you also proved that he was not a spy from the Dingbei Palace. What exactly do you want to do by mixing with these people?"

He really has been holding it in for a long time.

Yue Ran duly presented the testimony written by Song before her death:

"Please read this, my lord. Princess Song wrote before her death that she and Yue Zihuan have been poisoning my father for the past five years."

"The people who poisoned my father are the two imperial doctors that Yue Zihuan falsely accused my father of regicide."

"How could someone who has been plotting against my father for five years poison your Majesty for my father's sake?"

Zhou Wenzhen read Song's confession and summoned several of Song's personal maids in the Dingbei Palace to confirm that the handwriting of the confession was indeed written by Song.

He asked Yue Zihuan sternly:

"Yue Zihuan, from accusing Prince Dingbei of regicide to accusing Yue Ran of killing Princess Song, you have no evidence at all. You just want to change the world and confuse right and wrong with your mouth. Instead, you have been poisoning Prince Dingbei. You are simply ambitious. What is your purpose?"

Yue Zihuan's face was as pale as paper. He didn't dare to look up. He was afraid that if he did, he would not be able to help but look at the prince and Xiaolou.

His death is not a pity, but he cannot implicate Xiaolou.

He lowered his head and suddenly burst into laughter.

"What is my purpose?"

He slowly raised his head and looked at Yue Ran with eyes that seemed to be filled with poison:

"Because I hate Yue Ran, I hate my father!"

"I hate him for being so partial. I am obviously the eldest son, but he is still reluctant to ask for the title of Crown Prince for me!"

"As long as he's alive, I won't be able to inherit the Dingbei Palace. Over the years, there has not been a day that I haven't hoped for him to die!"