The tyrant is changing the plot madly because of the fake princess's voice

Everyone in the courtyard put their best efforts into it, and after only two days, they brought all the scattered evidence back to the capital.

Qiao Zhimiao had waited for half his life, hoped for half his life, and longed for this belated vindication of his wrongs.

So much so that after twenty light strokes of the board, she actually still had a sense of unreality as if in a dream.

Before the bailiff with the stick retreated, the little fellow who had been waiting nearby rushed over at top speed.

"Auntie, why are you crying?" The little fellow looked distressed and glared at the yamen runner, "Uncle, you've already received Chengcheng's cookies, why are you still crying so hard?!"

The yamen runners were speechless.

Ever since the incident in which someone took advantage of the opportunity of caning to beat to death a citizen who came to file a complaint was exposed, an official document was issued from above that in future executions, the gate of Dengwen Drum Courtyard must be left open to allow supervision from the onlookers.

The few times he had used them just now were the methods he had tried. They looked the most intimidating, but were also the least painful.

The yamen runner at the door closed the gate at this moment, and Qiao Zhimiao spoke softly: "Auntie, it doesn't hurt..."

Lian Qing also suddenly spoke at this time, interrupting Qiao Zhimiao's voice: "Hurry up."

"..." Even though Qiao Zhimiao was in a complicated mood at the moment, he was still confused by their actions, "???"

Shouldn't we help her up first?

The next moment, she saw the little guy rummaging in his sleeves cunningly and successfully took out a small water bag.

"Apply it quickly!"

The little guy followed several girls in the yard and ran behind her in a hurry, while the boys carried her on their backs tacitly.

Then, the sound of whispered discussions came from behind.

"Hey, isn't this a bit too red?"

"Ah... isn't blood this red?" The little guy's voice was easy to distinguish. "This is pure chicken blood, freshly killed this morning!"

"Never mind, put it on quickly!"

"okay!"

The group excitedly smeared the fabric of her clothes behind her, trying to create the illusion that she was seriously injured.

“……” The doubt in Qiao Zhimiao’s eyes became even more serious.

Were they so lively in the past?

……

Jiang Yanchuan dragged the morning court until the drum for hearing was sounded.

As soon as the rapid and heavy "dong dong" sound fell, the eunuch guarding the palace gate welcomed Qiao Zhimiao and their noble little princess into the palace.

Jiang Yingcheng first sneaked back from the side behind the screen that had been moved back today, while all the civil and military officials in the court watched him and pretended not to see anything.

Then, under the gaze of everyone, Qiao Zhimiao walked into the Chongyun Palace with his head held high.

Civil and military officials were separated on both sides, leaving her a smooth path to reach the emperor's ears.

“I, the daughter of a guilty minister, Qiao Zhimiao,” she knelt straight down on the ground, clasped her hands on the ground with her head bowed, “I kowtow to Your Majesty!”

There was a commotion in Chongyun Palace.

There may be many criminals with the surname Qiao, but almost everyone present subconsciously recalled the same tragedy -

When the late emperor was in power, the former prime minister Qiao Qinian was reported to have colluded with the enemy and committed treason. The physical evidence was very complete. Even if the late emperor wanted to believe in Qiao's character, he would have been confused by the evidence and would not know where to start.

However, what surprised them the most was that more than a hundred people in the Qiao family were slaughtered overnight, and only a jade pendant from the enemy country was left at the scene, without any other clues.

This matter has been classified as an unsolved case for more than 20 years, but the charge of Qiao Xiang's collusion with the enemy has been passed down like this.

"It's actually the girl from the Qiao family..." Some court officials were filled with emotion.

"Oh, it's grown so big in the blink of an eye."

"Hiss - which bailiff was so harsh? Look at the clothes -"

[Hehehe, my aunt Yu Ke's acting is really good, no one doubts that the blood on her body is chicken blood! ]

"..."

The ministers looked up.

A round head appeared from behind the screen on the golden platform, looking in their direction with shining eyes.

All the civil and military officials in the court turned around again and looked at the figure in the center of the hall.

It's you, "Avengers"!!

The sympathy in the eyes of the ministers disappeared completely, and when they looked again, there was a hint of deeper meaning in their eyes.

"Stand up." Jiang Yanchuan's deep and majestic voice sounded from the golden platform, hitting Qiao Zhimiao's ears heavily and successfully quieting down the noisy sounds in the hall.

He then asked, "What grievance have you suffered?"

Qiao Zhimiao took a deep breath, took out the evidence in his arms, and presented it with both hands: "Your Majesty, the current Privy Councilor Yu Anlan once framed my father for treason 20 years ago. Now I have collected sufficient evidence to restore the whole truth of the incident!"

The words were powerful and everyone was deeply moved by the pride and tenacity of the noble lady.

Except for the Privy Councilor Yu Anlan whom she accused, and a little kid who was so anxious that he stamped his feet.

[Hey, I was wrong, Aunt Yu Ke! I was wrong!!] Jiang Yingcheng couldn't change his address for a while, [You are injured, you are injured!!]

You have to act a little weak!

Yu Anlan calmly stepped out of the team and said, "Miss Qiao, don't say anything nonsense!"

"Prime Minister Qiao was very kind to me back then, so how could I do something so unforgivable?!"

Qiao Zhimiao's eyes were cold as he looked at the evil ghost who was about to enter hell. He gave his speech in a sanctimonious manner, but he was not panicked at all.

The evidence provided by the little guy was sufficient and detailed. Today, she would definitely watch him being pushed into the abyss little by little with her own hands.

She naturally knew the intention of the little guy and the commander of the Jinyiwei.

They could have presented the evidence directly to Emperor Mingze, but they took so much trouble to plan and let her stand in the court in person and witness the pain of her enemy with her own eyes.

Only in this way can she comfort the souls of all the members of the Qiao family in heaven.

Qiao Zhimiao curled the corners of his lips and watched the other person's performance quietly.

[Oh my, your acting is pretty good~]

[Wow! Are his hands shaking?!]

The ministers also looked towards Yu Anlan, following the little guy's thoughts.

When Yu Anlan saw Emperor Mingze lowering his head to look at the evidence presented by Qiao Zhimiao, his expression became more and more solemn, and he finally began to panic.

He kept encouraging himself.

It's fine.

What happened back then was a plan that was set up by that person himself, and it has been repeatedly scrutinized by so many people, so it must be foolproof!

The ministers looked disdainful.

The little guy is staring at you from above, how can you run away? !

[Tsk tsk tsk, you're not crying yet. It seems like the stimulation is not enough...]

【Hehehehe, but we——eh? 】

The soft and sticky voice paused, and then suddenly rose: [Who is he looking at? ]

All the ministers glanced towards Yu Anlan vaguely again.

That person was indeed tilting his head to the side, as if looking at -

【Pan Jifeng? ? !】

The ministers and Jiang Yingcheng thought of the same thing.

Although there is no clear evidence, with their keen sense of smell from years of service in the court, Yu Anlan should have already defected to King Jing's camp. It is not surprising that he is looking at Pan Jifeng, who belongs to the same camp as him.

[Cheng Cheng wants to see what stories these two have to tell! ] The soft and glutinous voice is cute and fierce, [Brother Tong, Brother Tong, it’s time to work! ]

At the same time, Jiang Yanchuan finally raised his head.

"Yu Anlan." His voice was unusually gloomy.

Yu Anlan's eyelids twitched violently.

The premonition that “my life is over” was particularly strong.