I'm in trouble again! My best friend, the princess in the group, please save me!

When Yang Fuyin slammed the gavel, both of them were startled.

"You two! Did you see this man killing someone on the spot?" Yang Fuyin shouted at the two of them.

The two knew that this matter was definitely not simple, otherwise the Crown Prince and Hai Yanze would not have been present to supervise the trial in person.

So they could only start playing dumb.

"I don't know. Do you know?" Jiang Xingkuo scratched his head and turned to ask An Huanyan beside him.

"I don't know either. I didn't see anything clearly. I was just focusing on the beauty!" An Huanyan grinned and pointed at Wei Chuchu next to her.

Wei Chuchu looked at them with gratitude on her face.

"Yes! Who would want to watch you stinky men fighting when there's a beauty to behold!" Jiang Xingkuo crossed his arms.

"Serious! Serious!" Yang Fuyin was overwhelmed and could only interrupt them.

"According to what you said, although you were at the scene, you didn't see anything? Such nonsense, how dare you defy the court? Come! Torture you severely!"

Yang Fuyin threw another stick, and the jailer next to him hesitated and was about to step forward.

"Master Yang!" The prince sighed, "Why does Master Yang always talk about torture to extract a confession? Is this how Master Yang became the prefect?"

"I dare not... I dare not..." Yang Fuyin was so scared that he got up and picked up the stick.

When I looked up, I was met with Shanghai Yanze's murderous eyes.

He was in a dilemma, holding the stick, at a loss. "This, this... this... Lord Hai, look at this..."

"Since... we are in Zui Qingfeng's territory, these two young masters came for him, and Wan Muqing was also killed for him, so why not interrogate Wei Chuchu?" A strange smile appeared on Hai Yanze's scarred face.

Unexpectedly, Wan Muqing, who had been looking as pale as death, suddenly shouted anxiously: "No, no, no... I'm going to attack... I'm going to attack! It's me! It's me... holding the sword..."

Wei Chuchu's expression suddenly changed, he seemed to be unsteady and staggered two steps.

The prince's expression gradually stiffened and he slowly raised his eyes.

I saw Wan Muqing talking incoherently about what happened at that time.

"I don't know who... handed me a knife. No! No! It was a sword. I... I got angry and snatched it away..."

Well, the appearance of this sword is the key point.

Jiang Xingkuo's eyes lit up and he secretly looked at the prince, but suddenly found that he was also looking at him, so he could not help but lower his head.

"Then I... I was holding the sword, and somehow, he... he... his body went through the sword and he died..."

When Wan Muqing recalled that scene, he couldn't help but hold his head in pain, his face distorted.

"In that case, then you admit that you killed Wang En?" Yang Fuyin quickly struck while the iron was hot. "Come here! Sign and seal it for him!"

"No, no, no... I... I didn't mean it... I didn't do anything at all..." Wan Muqing explained hurriedly.

"According to you, he rushed into your sword out of desperation?" Yang Fuyin chuckled and turned to the prince. "Your Highness, you heard it too. How ridiculous!"

"Yang Fuyin, when the crime happened, had all the witnesses and evidence been collected?" The prince asked back without getting angry at all.

Yang Fuyin was stunned, "Yes... all of them are here..."

"Then present them all."

Yang Fuyin looked at Hai Yanze with embarrassment.

Hai Yanze frowned, but nodded slightly.

Soon, the sword was brought up.

Several other minions who were present were also captured.

The prince walked down, picked up the sword and examined it carefully.

Hai Yanze's face suddenly turned pale.

"This sword... the symbol engraved on it is..." The prince turned quickly with the sword in his hand and stabbed directly at Hai Yanze.

Hai Yanze raised his hand and took the sword.

"General Hai, is this mark the mark of your East City Army? I am not very familiar with it, but as the leader of the East City Army, you must be able to recognize it."

The prince smiled slightly, but Hai Yanze clenched his fists.

"Bang."

Hai Yanze threw the sword to the ground and said disdainfully: "So what? My East City Army has 300,000 soldiers, and the number of weapons equipped is more than 300,000. It's not surprising that this one is missing! After all, it's common for people to steal it."

"The strange thing is... the East City Army should be stationed at the southwest border thousands of miles away. How could the specially equipped equipment appear in Youling City?"

The prince slowly approached him and continued with a fake smile: "Master Hai, do you know? Could it be that these little minions... are also deserters from your East City Army?"

When the minions below heard this, they all shrank back and no longer dared to look at the people above.

Hai Yanze stood up suddenly, veins popping out of his hands. He took a deep breath and temporarily suppressed his anger.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince is so concerned about the affairs of the East City Army. I would like to thank you in advance! I will definitely handle my own affairs well and not let Your Highness the Crown Prince worry about it."

"Oh, really? The East City Army is not allowed to enter the city without an imperial decree. General Hai, please be extremely careful!"

There was a hint of mockery in the prince's eyes.

"I won't worry about His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!" Hai Yanze was so angry that he left the hall.

As he walked past those minions, he did not forget to give them a fierce look.

Their legs suddenly went weak and they all knelt down.

"I, I, I remember now! It was one of you who pushed that drunkard, and that's why he ran into my sword! I didn't kill him!"

Wan Muqing suddenly became clear-headed at this time, and he stood up and pointed at those people.

He added: "I am willing to be tortured with them to prove my innocence!"

"Ah?" Those people panicked and kowtowed repeatedly.

"It wasn't me, it wasn't me who pushed him! It was him, it was him!"

"No, no, no! He handed over the sword! It was him!"

Suddenly, a quarrel broke out among several people.

"Lord Yang, are we still going to have the trial?" The prince's tone was very gentle and his expression was very kind.

"This, this, this..."

Although it was not summer yet, Yang Fuyin was already sweating profusely.

After leaving the government office, Wei Chuchu thanked the prince again and again.

The prince seemed to be hesitant to speak to Wan Muqing.

He originally wanted to entrust An Huanyan to him, but after this incident he found out...that's all.

Then I looked back at An Huanyan.

Most of An Huanyan's beard had fallen off, leaving only a little bit on his philtrum.

Jiang Xingkuo leaned over to her ear and whispered, "Huanyan, you look like a badass..."

"What?!" An Huanyan roared, scaring everyone around her.

The prince sighed and shook his head in disgust. "You two, go back!"

Behind him, those minions had already been beheaded and died.

"You can't even handle this little thing, and someone has a handle on you!"