When my vicious stepmother mistakenly married me to the Immortal Lord

Jiang Buli has always been cautious and prudent. He always let his subordinates do those dirty things and never intervened personally. I believe that King Jingyuan will not be able to catch him.

What's more, the last time the Jiang family was imprisoned, wasn't there no evidence found, and in the end they could only be sentenced to a sentence of lax discipline and the matter was dismissed lightly?

Thinking of this, he forced himself to remain calm and tried to deal with Ximen Liu.

"Your Highness, I am loyal to the court and have great respect for you. How could I feel guilty? I just have some unfinished business at home, so I am anxious to leave."

Ximen Liu didn't buy his story and kept pressing on.

"Jiang Buli, what trivial matter in your family could be more important than my business? Could it be that you are feeling guilty and afraid that I will find out something?"

Jiang Buli's heart trembled, but he forced a smile on his face, "Your Highness, you are joking. I, an old minister, have a clear conscience. What is there to be afraid of?"

"Oh? Really? Then Lord Jiang, do you remember the good deed you did twenty years ago?"

When Jiang Buli heard this, his heart trembled violently. How could he forget what happened twenty years ago?

But he did that thing extremely secretly, and all those who knew about it had been dealt with by him. How did King Jingyuan know about it?

He suppressed his panic and smiled calmly, saying, "Your Highness, there were so many things that happened twenty years ago. I really don't know which one you are referring to."

"Jiang Buli, I have already investigated. Twenty years ago, in order to seize a mine, you secretly sent people to kill the then Minister of Revenue and his family. Do you admit to this?"

Jiang Buli's face turned pale instantly. He stared at Ximen Liu with wide eyes in disbelief, "You...how did you know?"

Ximen Liu sneered, "If you don't want others to know, then don't do it yourself. Jiang Buli, you've committed so many evil things. Do you really think I can't find out?"

Jiang Buli was trembling all over. He fell to his knees, sweat pouring down his forehead. His lips were trembling but he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

"Your Majesty, I...I am innocent!" He finally managed to squeeze out these words, his voice filled with tears.

Ximen Liu watched coldly, his heart unmoved. "Unjustly accused? Humph, the evidence is irrefutable, what else do you have to argue about?"

As he spoke, he signaled the guards behind him to present the evidence.

Pieces of bloodstained clothing, secret letters, and the heirlooms of the Minister of Revenue were all placed in front of Jiang Buli.

Jiang Buli looked at the evidence in front of him, his eyes empty, as if he had lost all his strength in an instant.

He slumped to the ground, muttering to himself: "No... Impossible... How could this happen..."

"Your Highness, I was confused at the time and gave in to greed. Besides, Cui Wenhao was not a good person to begin with. I killed him to eliminate harm to the people!"

"Old minister, I have been doing good deeds over the years, trying to make up for my mistakes. Your Highness, can't you give me a chance to reform?"

"What a great way to get rid of harm for the people! Jiang Buli, do you think that doing a few good deeds can wash the blood off your hands?"

"You murdered the family of the Minister of Revenue. That's over fifty lives lost. Do you think you can get away with it so easily?"

After saying that, Ximen Liu waved his hand, and the black-armored guards immediately stepped forward and surrounded Jiang Buli and Jiang Jun.

"Furthermore, you also took possession of the daughter of the Minister of Revenue, imprisoned her in a mountain compound, and tortured her to the point of making her live a life worse than death. Such evil deeds are beyond the reach of justice!"

"No... Your Highness, please listen to me. That woman... that woman volunteered. I didn't force her! And she's not Cui Wenhao's daughter!"

Back then, Jiang Buli had imprisoned only a rural woman, not the daughter of the Minister of Revenue. Ximen Liu must have made a mistake!

Since she was not a concubine or a lady of the royal family, it was ultimately just a man's romantic affair. Which high-ranking official did not have the lives of such innocent women in his hands?

Think about Jiang Buli, he has been immersed in the court for decades, how could he take such a small matter seriously?

Besides, Cui Wenhao owned the gold mine and didn't want to share the profits. He just used some tricks to get rid of the person. How come it became Jiang Buli's fault?

This Ximen Liu is a bit too domineering!

"Jiang Song, tell me honestly, how have I treated you and your mother over the years?"

In a hurry, Jiang Buli didn't care about anything else. He grabbed Jiang Song's arm and asked harshly.

Jiang Song fiercely shook off Jiang Buli's hand, with a trace of disgust and hatred in his eyes.

"How do you treat us? You are absolutely insane!"

When Jiang Song thought of the suffering his mother had endured, endless anger surged in his heart.

"My mother actually lived such an inhuman life! How dare you ask what kind of life we ​​lead?"

"You imprisoned her, tortured her, and tried to make her submit to you. You are simply a devil!"

"Jiang Buli, your hypocrisy and cruelty are truly disgusting!"

Jiang Song's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Jiang Buli's heart.

"You little bitch, I gave you life, provided you with food and clothing, and this is how you repay me?" Jiang Buli was furious and raised his hand to slap Jiang Song.

However, before his hand fell, it was firmly grasped by a large hand like an iron clamp.

"Jiang Buli, do you think I'm dead?" Ximen Liu glanced at him coldly, and with a little force in his hand, Jiang Buli's face twisted in pain.

"Ah! It hurts! It hurts! Your Highness, please spare me!" Jiang Buli wailed, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

"That's right! Cui Yunniang is not Cui Wenhao's daughter. She is my long-lost aunt, Ximen Zhenhua, the youngest daughter that the current Queen Mother has missed the most for so many years!"

Ximen Liu's words were like a bolt from the blue, shocking everyone present.

Jiang Buli's eyes widened as he looked at Ximen Liu in disbelief. "How...how is this possible?"

"How is it impossible? Cui Wenhao once stumbled upon the distressed Ximen Zhenhua and adopted her as his adopted daughter, treating her like a precious treasure. Yet, you, for your own selfish desires, massacred her entire family. You also imprisoned and tortured Aunt Zhenhua, leaving her life a fate worse than death!"

"Jiang Buli, your crimes are too numerous to list. Today is the day you die!"

As Ximen Liu spoke, he suddenly increased the strength in his hands. With a "crack", Jiang Buli's wrist was broken.

"Ah--" Jiang Buli let out a shrill scream, and his face turned as pale as paper in an instant.

"No, Your Highness, there must be a mistake. Cui Yunniang...how could she be Ximen Zhenhua? Didn't she say she was the daughter of a farmer in the village?"

Jiang Buli recalled the time when he met Cui Yunniang. It was about the third day after the massacre of the Cui family. He went hunting in the mountains with his servants and came across Cui Yunniang who was unconscious in the forest.

Although the woman was wearing a straw hat and a cloth skirt, her beauty could not be concealed. He was attracted by her beauty and forcibly abducted her back to the villa.

At first, the woman tried to resist and even threatened to commit suicide, but how could he let go of such a stunning beauty so easily?

So he threatened the lives of the woman's family and forced her to submit to him.

Later, the woman probably realized the reality and knew that there was no hope of escape, so she gave up struggling and let him do whatever he wanted.

But he never expected that the seemingly weak woman would secretly look for an opportunity to assassinate him!

Now that I think about it, Cui Yunniang had deliberately approached him and played hard to get, just to find an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow to him with her own hands.