[Marriage first, love later] She is happy after marrying a widower

"What should we do? It's up to you to decide. You've detained our sons, and we can't even see them. Who knows what you'll do to them?"

A woman in the crowd shouted at the top of her voice, her voice full of anxiety and resentment. Her face was filled with indignation, her eyes wide open, staring straight at Song Yanzhi and Han Heming. Others followed suit. Obviously, everyone did not agree with what Song Yanzhi said and did not believe that they would give a fair result.

"Master and Madam, I think it would be better if you release the person, and we apologize if necessary. What do you think, Master and Madam?"

At this time, an elegant middle-aged man in his forties walked out from the crowd. He was wearing a long gown that was a little washed but still neat, and a square scarf on his head. His every move showed the elegant temperament of a scholar. He did not look like an ordinary citizen, but more like a scholar who had read a lot of poetry and books and seen some of the world.

Song Yanzhi narrowed her eyes slightly, with a hint of doubt and vigilance in her eyes. She thought to herself that in the past, even if there were occasional fights on the road, no one cared. Everyone just went their own way, and at most they just joined in the fun.

But why did these people come together to cause trouble this time? I'm afraid this person is the mastermind behind it, but I'm not sure what his purpose is. This matter is probably not that simple.

"I don't know what you mean by apology, sir? How should I apologize?"

Song Yanzhi had a strong attitude and she would not be easily fooled by this person's words. As long as these people continued to make trouble, she didn't mind killing the chicken to scare the monkeys, to let them know how powerful she was and not to think that she could control their Han family at will.

Her eyes were fixed on the middle-aged man, as if she wanted to see through him. There was an unquestionable majesty in her eyes, making the air around them seem tense.

"Didn't the master just say that the people you arrested injured your young master? How about this: you release them and give each of them twenty lashes?"

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, as if he felt that his proposal was very fair. After he finished speaking, he put his hands behind his back, looked at Song Yanzhi and Han Heming calmly, waiting for their response.

Song Yanzhi snorted coldly, her tone filled with sarcasm and disdain. "Twenty lashes? My son is still unconscious, lying in the carriage, his life or death uncertain. And twenty lashes is all you need to get away with it? You make it sound so easy. It turns out the injured person isn't your relative. This is too much of a joke."

Her face became increasingly gloomy, and she was extremely dissatisfied with this man's proposal. She felt that this man was simply perfunctory and did not take Da Wa's injury seriously.

The middle-aged man's face froze. He obviously didn't expect Song Yanzhi to say that. He was a little embarrassed for a moment, but he quickly reacted and said, "Madam, you think it's not enough. What do you think?"

A barely perceptible panic flashed across his eyes, but he still pretended to be calm, wanting to continue testing Song Yanzhi and the others' bottom line.

Han Heming stepped forward and stood beside Song Yanzhi. His eyes were calm and serious. He glanced at everyone present and then spoke slowly.

"This matter is not that simple. If it were simply a case of injury, twenty lashes might be acceptable. But they molested a woman in the street. Their behavior is so egregious and has such a detrimental impact. If they are not severely punished, won't the world be in chaos? How can we convince the public?"

His voice was loud and powerful, and it was clearly heard in the noisy crowd, making many people slightly stunned, as if they had not expected such a thing to happen.

The middle-aged man's face changed slightly, and a hint of nervousness flashed in his eyes, but he still asked with a brave face: "Then according to the master, what do you want to do?"

He was actually a little unsure in his heart. He originally thought that he could release the person by simply persuading him, but now it seems that Han Heming and the others are not going to give up easily. He couldn't help but regret that he had rashly stood up, but now he was in a difficult situation and could only continue to deal with it.

Song Yanzhi stared at the middle-aged man with sharp eyes, which were like sharp arrows, as if she wanted to see through his inner thoughts. She said coldly.

"I want to ask you, what is your real motive in pleading so earnestly for these people? Don't think we can't see that you're inciting them to riot, and I'm afraid you have no good intentions."

Her words hit the nail on the head, leaving the middle-aged man no room to escape.

The middle-aged man's heart skipped a beat when Song Yanzhi asked this, but he still pretended to be calm and said with his neck stiff, "Madam, what do you mean? I just feel sorry for you. The pillars of these people's families have been arrested by you. The whole family has been left without support. It's really pitiful. I am standing up to speak a fair word. Madam, please don't wrongly accuse a good person."

As he spoke, he wiped the non-existent beads of sweat from his forehead, trying to make his words more convincing, but the slightly trembling voice still revealed his guilty conscience.

Song Yanzhi sneered, her laughter sounding particularly harsh in the cold night. "Fair words? I think you have ulterior motives! Humph, don't think we're all fools, allowing you to confuse right and wrong here. What is your purpose? You'd better confess the truth quickly, otherwise when we find out, you will suffer the consequences."

Her tone became increasingly stern, and her eyes were filled with warning. She would not be easily fooled by this man and was determined to find out the reason behind it.

Han Heming saw the scene becoming increasingly chaotic and became a little angry. He shouted, "Be quiet! Anyone who stirs up trouble again will be arrested!"

The voice, like a mighty bell, carried an undeniable majesty, reverberating above the crowd, making many people's ears ring. The crowd quieted down a bit, and everyone looked at each other. Although they were still dissatisfied, they didn't dare to speak up again. After all, no one wanted to be arrested.

Seeing that everyone had quieted down, Han Heming continued, "Sir, if you truly want justice, you should understand that those who hurt others should not be let off easily. We are not unreasonable people. As for how to deal with them, once we have investigated the truth, we will naturally make a fair and reasonable judgment. We will do what is necessary at that time and will not favor anyone. But for now, everyone please stop making trouble here, otherwise it will not benefit anyone."

His tone softened slightly, and he tried to reason with everyone again, making them understand their position and calming the escalating storm.