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He Zhixiao was stunned. "Please explain, sir."

"I previously believed that the silver belonged to General He, so I had no choice but to link the arson case to him. This is a serious matter, so I invited General He to come and confront him. However, since General He just said that the silver was not his, the arson case should have nothing to do with him. As for..." The Supreme Court Minister looked at Mrs. Peng, "As for what you just said, about the masked woman in red beating you in the street, would you like to apply for a separate case?"

Peng's eyes were full of confusion.

I don't understand how things turned out like this.

However, as long as he is not involved in the arson case and can save his life, it will be fine.

So I don't want to bother with it anymore.

"No, no need."

As he spoke, he carefully picked up the silver ingots with trembling hands.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

When He Zhixiao heard what the Dali Temple Minister said, he immediately regretted it.

If she had known this earlier, she could have dealt with this person and this case at the same time, so as to avoid this trouble.

When things developed to this point, everyone in the crowd was talking about it.

This time, no one was discussing the arson case, but General Ruan Tingzhi.

They knew that even if this scoundrel had extraordinary abilities, he would never dare to steal from General Ruan's mansion.

So, this silver ingot.

Nine out of ten times, it must be General Ruan's.

But I didn’t expect that the woman in red in the teahouse was actually a man in red?

As everyone was whispering to each other, a hearty and loud voice sounded from outside the crowd.

"Stand! Why not stand!"

Everyone looked towards the source of the sound.

It turned out to be General Ruan!

He was wearing a dark red brocade robe and walked towards He Zhixiao, finally stopping in front of her.

There was a cold smile on his lips, an expression he rarely showed.

"General He, how are you?"

He Zhixiao's face froze, and he subconsciously tucked up the sleeves of his cloak.

"Why is General Ruan here?"

"If I hadn't come..." General Ruan glanced at Mrs. Peng, then at He Zhixiao, "How would I have known that General He would have such a big problem for me?"

At this point, the crowd began to buzz.

As the sun sets, more and more people gather.

General He smiled stiffly, "General Ruan, you're joking. When did I ever cover the pot for you?"

Ruan Tingzhi sneered.

"Just now, General He confidently claimed that he would never do anything inconsistent with his words or deeds, or engage in deception or fraud. Why did he act so inconsistently in front of everyone?"

He Zhixiao's face fell.

Ruan Tingzhi continued, "General He claimed in front of everyone that the silver ingot in Peng's hand belonged to me. He was trying to pin the blame on me for Peng's unprovoked beating today. But General He, you know that my palace silver has been enshrined on the altar since it entered the mansion, without even the seal removed. It's still being offered there. How could it possibly be mine?"

He Zhixiao thought, if you say it’s not yours, then it’s not mine either!

He bravely replied, "It's neither yours nor mine. Could it be that it was blown here by the strong wind?"

As she spoke, a sudden autumn wind blew, causing her light cloak to flutter in the air.

Her face turned pale instantly, and she tightly protected her torn cuffs.

“General He, you see, even Qiu Feng doesn’t want to be wronged.”

After Ruan Tingzhi finished speaking, he lifted up He Zhixiao's cloak.

He then grabbed the missing sleeve of He Zhixiao and displayed it in front of everyone.

He Zhixiao was so angry that he wanted to take back his sleeve, but he was no match for Ruan Tingzhi's strength.

She turned sideways, not daring to face the shocked and questioning looks of the crowd.

Peng, who had just stood firm, seemed to have finally been vindicated.

He quickly handed the sleeve he had torn off to Ruan Tingzhi.

Ruan Tingzhi signaled the guards to come forward, and the two of them, one on the left and one on the right, merged the two regardless of He Zhixiao's struggle.

It actually fits together perfectly.

Everyone was more shocked.

Gasped.

No one expected that things would develop to this point.

What she didn't expect was that General He was actually the dirty and filthy person she described, who was inconsistent in his words and deeds, and who dared to do things but not to take responsibility, and who deceived and cheated people.

Today, all those who criticized Peng in order to defend General He have fallen silent.

The scene was dead silent; even the chattering woman stopped talking.

Everyone looked at General He who was standing sideways.

Want to hear what she has to say.

He Zhixiao saw that the situation was out of control and could no longer hold back his expression. He could only cover his face with his sleeves, squeeze out a path from the crowd, and run all the way towards the He Mansion.

The upright, open-minded and heroic image of the heroine is no longer there.

The beautiful image that has been established in people's hearts is collapsing bit by bit.

The fantasy and admiration that I once poured into this beautiful image were slowly withdrawn.

Lost, hard to accept.

However, humans are mortals and have always been tolerant of the gods they created.

Even if it is about to collapse, you have to use all your strength to hold it up.

After a long silence, someone in the crowd said, "That scoundrel Peng deserves a beating! I think General He only gave Peng a lesson to make us feel more comfortable."

"General He is a man of temperament. It's okay for him to teach someone a lesson in the street. But didn't he also give him so much medical expenses?"

"Yes, these silver ingots are enough for that scoundrel and his old mother to live a good life for the rest of their lives, yet they are still not satisfied and are even trying to make things difficult for General He."

Mrs. Peng pointed at her nose.

unbelievable.

Are these people crazy?

Why is it that he is not satisfied and is deliberately making things difficult for others?

Weren't it these people who were talking who forced him to come here?

There's no need to be so obvious when putting the blame on someone else, right?

With all these resentment and doubts, he limped back home and had dinner with his old mother around the table.

The more I think about it, the more I feel that everything that happened today was too coincidental and too sudden.

How to put it, he seemed like a chess piece being manipulated by others.

Every step is leading to today's result.

Such a cool evening.

He Zhixiao was also unwilling and confused.

She quickly finished her dinner in her mother's yard and began to think hard.

Her mother stood by and kept showing her the gifts that had been sent from various mansions recently.

He was muttering happily.

"Xiao'er has earned such great military merits that his official rank is now on par with your father's. Now that his courtyard is destroyed, it would be better to find a more impressive mansion outside and build a new one."

"Even if Xiao'er marries into the Eastern Palace, mother will be at ease in the new mansion."

"Xiao'er, why did His Royal Highness the Crown Prince abandon me? Is the daughter of a guilty minister really that good?"

"She must have used all her seductive tricks on His Highness. Xiao'er, in my opinion, it's time to teach that witch a lesson!"

That’s all I have to say.

He Zhixiao sighed deeply.

Teach her a lesson? Before I could teach her any lesson, she fell flat on her face.

Weird, strange, incomprehensible, impossible.

Someone must be pulling all the strings! Who is it?

……