Rebirth of a Lost Nation: Princess, Please Respect Yourself

"Zhang Shu is an unjust man. Under the guise of stewardship, he assisted the evildoers at the farm and committed countless evil deeds. Ultimately, this matter is the result of the oversight of the Princess's Mansion, and we cannot escape the blame! Therefore, today, the Princess's Mansion has set up a table to redress grievances and help everyone draft petitions. Any grievances will be redressed and any vengeances avenged!"

As soon as Jiang Lige finished speaking, the crowd exploded.

Over the years, the tenants have suffered a lot of oppression from Zhang Shu, and many of them are eager to take action, but they lack the courage to file a complaint.

In the eyes of the tenants, Zhang Shu is the local tyrant. If they file a complaint today, Zhang Shu will suffer a loss temporarily, but what will happen after these nobles leave?

Who else can support them?

When the time comes, Zhang Shu will definitely take revenge on them!

Jiang Lige also thought of this and made the assurance.

"As long as the evildoers are not eliminated, we will all be uneasy. As for other things, don't worry. The Princess's Mansion will definitely ensure everyone's safety!"

Even though Jiang Lige made a promise, everyone was still hesitant.

Jiang Lige glanced at the crowd and set her sights on an old man.

The old man was skinny and hunched, his eyes were slightly red, his clothes were tattered, and the shoes on his feet were so worn that his toes could be seen.

He relied on the young man next to him to support him so as not to fall down.

The tenants were very wary, so Jiang Lige had to make a breakthrough, otherwise it would be useless even if he talked until his mouth was dry!

And this old man may be Jiang Lige's breakthrough.

Thinking of this, Jiang Lige asked someone to move a chair, took two steps forward and personally helped the old man sit down.

"Old man, please sit down. If you can't hold on any longer, then don't hold on any longer."

In a word, a double entendre.

After saying that, Jiang Lige turned around and walked back without saying anything more.

"Girl, wait a minute!" The old man stood up, holding the back of the chair, his voice hoarse, "Girl, you are a good person, can I trust you?"

Jiang Lige nodded firmly, "You can trust us!"

The old man gave a bitter smile as if he was relieved, and then knelt down. Jiang Lige reached out to help him, but the old man blocked his move.

"I, Liu Er, am suing Zhang Shu for forcing my daughter, Liu Xiaoxiao, to give herself to him. When Xiaoxiao refused, he raped her... and forced her to death!

My poor daughter, she left behind such a young child. After so many years, I finally raised the child to adulthood. I can finally give an explanation to Xiaoxiao in my afterlife.

Now, I, an old man, will fight with my last breath to seek justice for my dead daughter! I beg you nobles to seek justice for my dead daughter.

After saying this, the old man kowtowed three times despite everyone's attempts to stop him.

Rong Hui then realized what her indifference had done to these tenants over the years. With red eyes, she stepped forward to support the old man, choking with sobs:

"Don't worry, we will definitely give you and your daughter justice!"

In this situation, Jiang Lige's eyes also turned red silently, but she did not step forward to comfort him. Instead, she turned around and sat back at the table, picked up the pen and wrote.

Jiang Lige knew that sympathy and comfort were not the solutions to the problem.

To vindicate is the right thing to do.

Soon, a petition filled with Zhang Shu's crimes was displayed to the public. The petition was signed with the private seal of the princess's mansion.

Songyue solemnly held the petition in front of the old man. The old man took the petition carefully and saw the private seal at the signature. He suddenly burst into tears like a child.

He held the petition against his chest, and when it was stained with tears, he carefully wiped it away, which made everyone present cry.

Jiang Lige pressed the corners of his bloodshot eyes, stood up and asked, "Is there anyone else who has grievances to redress?"

While everyone was hesitating, the old man holding the petition suddenly smiled and said loudly:

"With the collusion between officials and businessmen, the lives of tenants like us are as worthless as ants. In the past, we couldn't and didn't dare to sue, for the sake of our own lives and the peace of our families. This old man has never met a noble person in his life. Now that I am old and have the opportunity to meet a noble person, I can't miss it. I am willing to take the gamble of a lifetime. What about you, fellow villagers?"

"Uncle Liu, I'm suing you!"

As soon as the old man finished speaking, a farmer came forward and shouted something, then rushed to the table where Jiang Lige was writing the petition.

"Zhang Shu didn't understand farming and gave blind orders. Just because my father argued with him, he had his legs broken and forbade any doctor to see him. Because of this, my father had a high fever and died."

"I bet!"

"I'll bet too!"

With the old men and farmers in the front, more and more tenants came. Jiang Lige was too busy to handle it, so he asked people to set up a few more tables. Princess Rong Hui, Xiao Xingrong, Ning Luyang, Feng Quan and other literate people took the initiative to join the team of writing petitions.

Robbering women, beating the elderly, withholding wages... Zhang Shu's crimes are simply too numerous to list!

Late at night, Jiang Lige had just finished writing the complaint against Zhang Shu. He rubbed his sore wrist and turned around to see Ning Luyang staring at him intently.

"Ba Ye?"

Ning Luyang then realized the inappropriateness of this action, retracted his gaze, smiled faintly, and praised.

"Princess Zhaohua's calligraphy is very beautiful, with its own unique style and the style of a great master."

Jiang Lige smiled back and answered the question readily.

"Thank you for the compliment, Master Eight."

"Princess Zhaohua is not only a person of noble character, but also a kind-hearted person. She actually took the initiative to stand up for these poor tenants. Lu Yang really admires her."

"Eighth Master has written the most petitions, and his contributions are immense. Just now, the common people were all praising your suave demeanor, talent, and virtue."

Jiang Lige smiled and covered her lips with her hands, and just praised Ning Luyang. After all, this person would play a big role tomorrow.

Ning Luyang was flattered by Jiang Lige's praise and said with a smile:

"As a member of the royal family, we should only care about the people and put benevolence and righteousness first."

Jiang Lige was waiting for this sentence from him!

"How about having the Eighth Master lead the tenants to the government office tomorrow?"

Jiang Lige frowned in embarrassment, "Although I have the intention, as a woman, it is always difficult for me to enter the government office."

Even if Jiang Lige didn't mention this, Ning Luyang was reluctant to let her go to the yamen. Jiang Lige was his future princess, and he couldn't let people gossip about him because of such a thing.

"Princess, don't worry. Lu Yang will take care of your worries."

Jiang Lige smiled, "Then Zhaohua will thank the Eighth Master on behalf of the tenants."

This was the first time Jiang Lige smiled in front of Ning Luyang. Her eyes seemed to contain thousands of stars, which made Ning Luyang lose his mind.

Just as he was about to respond, Rong Hui held his forehead and asked, "Now that the petition is finished, Li Ge, what are your plans?"

Jiang Lige turned around happily and said, "The Eighth Master will take the tenants to the government office to report tomorrow. With the Eighth Master in charge, there's no need to worry that the government won't severely punish evildoers like Zhang Shu. We women shouldn't show up in public, so we can just stay in the farm and check the account books."

Jiang Chuchu was very unhappy with Jiang Lige's bossy attitude, as if everyone had to listen to her orders, so she retorted.

"Everything on the farm has been dealt with. Why don't we go to the government office and seek justice for the tenants? Reputation is important, but for the sake of these oppressed tenants, I'll accept being criticized!"