Marry the villain and the whole court kneels down and calls her the queen

As soon as Jiang Jiu entered the door, he saw Yao Song standing upright.

Yao Song is only seven years old. He is cute and has baby fat on his face. He looks most like his grandfather and has a domineering aura.

But now the domineering young master also had bruises on his face, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Jiu ran over with heartache and gently touched Yao Song's wound.

"Are you OK."

Yao Song raised his chin proudly: "I'm fine, he's the one who's in trouble."

You don't know until you see it. I was shocked when I saw it. There was a child lying on a stretcher nearby. One of his legs was tied with a wooden stick and his arm was hung up.

There was not a single spot on his face that was unharmed. Not only were there bruises all over it, but his head was also bandaged, and the wounds were still bleeding.

Jiang Jiu didn't know what to say.

As soon as Lord Wang from the Ministry of Justice saw Jiang Jiu coming, he quickly got down from his seat.

"Princess Princess, this..."

The eldest lady of the Qin family was also furious: "Princess Ronghua, you are young, I can't say anything to you. Please ask the Duke to come over. I want to ask him how he raised his children. He actually beat my son like this..."

Jiang Jiu was also in a dilemma: "Song'er is not someone who doesn't know the importance of things. My father is not feeling well, so I'll ask him."

Mrs. Qin was about to say no when she suddenly caught a glimpse of Jiang Jiu's sharp eyes and was startled.

"Okay, then ask me. I want to see why he beat my son like this..."

Jiang Jiu frowned and poked Yao Song's head with his finger.

"Tell me, why did you hit Young Master Qin? You're a martial artist, don't you know that an ordinary child wouldn't be able to withstand a punch like that..."

"Who told him to waste the food..." Yao Song gritted his teeth in anger.

This sentence confused Jiang Jiu and Madam Qin.

"What kind of food is being wasted? What's going on?" Madam Qin was also confused.

Yao Song snorted coldly: "At noon, we all ate in the cafeteria. He couldn't finish the large amount he served, so he threw away most of the leftovers."

"I said a few words to him, but he still wasn't convinced, so he started fighting with me. I didn't want to say anything at first, but this wasn't the first time, it happened several times."

Madam Qin was so angry that she jumped up and down: "We bought the food with our own money. What does it have to do with you whether it's eaten or thrown away? Why did you beat him like this?"

So that's how it is. We can't blame Jiang Jiu for protecting his people.

Moreover, Jiang Jiu also took this opportunity to do something and followed His Majesty to Nanli.

"Hiss... Madam, you are wrong in what you said." Jiang Jiu touched his chin and looked at Madam Qin with sharp eyes.

"When I hoe the field at noon, my sweat drips down to the ground. Who knows that every grain of rice on the table is the result of hard work?"

"It's not easy for ordinary people to farm. The court has always advocated diligence and thrift. If I remember correctly, it was Elder Qin who advocated this."

"Besides, Your Majesty is now on a southern expedition and needs a large amount of food and fodder. The treasury is empty. Your Majesty would rather pay for it himself than increase taxes on the people. The court is already in such a difficult situation, and your child is still wasting food. This is not good."

Madam Qin didn't know what to say for a moment.

"The food at the Imperial College is bought with our own money. My child eats a lot, so naturally we buy a lot. It's not his fault if he can't finish it. If he throws it away, it's just a little food. If you feel bad, you can pick it up..."

Jiang Jiu snorted coldly: "Okay, since you say so, then this princess will go ask Lord Qin, the thriftiness he advocates, does it mean throwing away what can't be eaten, rather than saving it for the next meal..."

Madam Qin was furious: "Who has leftovers..."

As soon as these words were spoken, the people around were furious.

"They are really rich. Everyone has more food than they can finish and save it for the next meal."

"No, no, the rich always leave it for their servants to eat."

"We also feed our servants. If they can't finish the food, we give it to beggars on the street. Not all rich people waste food..."

Indeed, ancient people valued food very much and even enacted laws prohibiting the waste of food.

It’s just that some people have grown up in luxury and don’t know the sufferings of the world, so they don’t care.

If it was anyone else, it would be fine, but it had to be Lord Qin’s grandson.

This is a bit like the top beam is crooked and the bottom beam is crooked, which is a slap in the face.

Lord Wang from the Ministry of Justice, who just didn't know how to judge the case, also stroked his beard.

"Indeed, there is a law in the current dynasty that if food is wasted, twenty rounds of fighting will be conducted..."

If this one is taken down, the next one will be not much different.

After saying this, Mrs. Qin felt embarrassed and patted her son lightly.

"How could he see such a tactless thing?"

Young Master Qin screamed in pain, it hurts, his whole body hurts.

Jiang Jiu sighed, "But, speaking of which, it was wrong for my son Song'er to hit him. We can tell the teachers at the Imperial College about this matter first. I believe they will make their own judgment."

Young Master Qin started to whine again, meaning that he must not tell the teacher at the Imperial College.

"How about this, my Song'er did make a mistake after all, why don't we donate one thousand taels of silver to buy food and fodder for His Majesty who is currently marching south to fight."

Lord Wang from the Ministry of Justice breathed a sigh of relief.

"The princess is very understanding of justice."

Madam Qin refused to give in: "We in the Qin family are not the kind of people who waste food. It's just that my son's stomach has been a little uncomfortable these past few days."

"How about this, I will also donate one thousand taels to your majesty who is fighting in the war. Our Qin family is a role model for the court."

Jiang Jiu immediately went along with it: "Madam Qin is indeed very understanding. It just so happens that in three days, I, under my father's orders, will go to the southern border to visit the veterans guarding the frontier and deliver some food and fodder to His Majesty."

"Since the Qin family is a role model for the imperial court, the task of donating food and fodder to the ladies of the harem will be handed over to Madam Qin. But don't worry, I will write down the list of all the donors and present it to Your Majesty."

"When Your Majesty returns triumphantly, I will surely reward you one by one."

After Jiang Jiu said this, Lord Wang from the Ministry of Justice also quickly said, "Then I will also donate 500 taels on behalf of my wife. Princess, don't forget us."

At this time, Jiang Jiu found paper and pen and handed them to Madam Qin.

"Please, Your Majesty recognizes Madam Qin's handwriting. I heard that Madam Qin personally taught Your Majesty how to write when she was a child. So, please have Madam Qin write the list yourself. I will set off soon and will present both the food and the list to Your Majesty."

Madam Qin was lifted up all of a sudden.

Not only does she want to donate silver, she also wants to encourage the noble ladies in the capital to donate silver to buy food and fodder. Isn't this offensive?

But she had already said the big words, and it was impossible to take them back.

He glared at Jiang Jiu fiercely and swung his sleeves.

"Let's go back home."

The accusers have all left, so there is no need for the Ministry of Justice to keep the defendants.

Jiang Jiu took Yao Song back.

Yao Song couldn't help but give Jiang Jiu a thumbs up.

"Sister, you are really amazing. Not only did you make them pay for the money, but you also gave her such an offensive task. Sister, Song'er admires you."