After traveling through time, I was raised by a little brat

Then, Lord Chen calmly pulled a handwritten note from his sleeve. This was a testimony from someone who had witnessed the incident on the street that day. Since court meetings were usually held in the solemn and magnificent Golden Throne Hall, ordinary citizens were naturally unable to enter without imperial permission. Therefore, this handwritten note was the only form of verification.

Lord Chen, holding a letter in hand, spoke righteously, "Now that we have all the evidence and witnesses, Princess, are you still going to argue?" However, in the face of such questioning, Zhu Jiahui remained calm and composed. She responded calmly, "Oh? Is that so? But Madam Liu didn't have a miscarriage until the third day after the incident. How can you prove beyond a doubt that it was caused by the incident on the first day? And not that you secretly used some means to cause her miscarriage during these three days?"

At this moment, His Majesty, who had been sitting silently on the dragon throne, finally spoke: "Enough! This is the court, not the noisy vegetable market on the street. If you want to argue endlessly, you can go to the Dali Temple and debate to your heart's content!" As soon as His Majesty said this, the originally noisy court instantly quieted down.

However, there are always some who are so daring that, even knowing that offending His Majesty could result in death, they still dare to step forward. So, the Imperial Envoy Hu stepped forward, bowed, and said, "Your Majesty, please calm down, but I believe this matter is of great importance. Princess Fuhui is, after all, a member of the royal family, and her actions represent the image of the royal family. If she truly committed such a shameful act, it would undoubtedly cast a shadow on the royal family's reputation!"

Well, now that someone has started this, a heated debate seems inevitable. Anyway, the Yangzhou flood has been properly resolved, and there doesn't seem to be any other important matters that need to be discussed and decided in the court.

His Majesty the Emperor raised his hand slightly, staring at the ministers with a sharp gaze, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, as if with a hint of teasing and expectation, indicating that they should continue to argue or produce more solid evidence.

Zhu Jiahui smiled silently, watching these people's clumsy performance like clowns. She knew in her heart that these people had no other options.

At this critical moment, the previously silent Zhu Jiahui suddenly raised her head, her eyes blazing, her face gloomy and watery. Through gritted teeth, she said, "Master Chen, do you think you can conceal your vile deeds? You threatened your wife to kill your great-grandson, and then tried to pin the crime on me. Humph, I already knew about this!"

Upon hearing this, Lord Chen felt a shock to his heart, his body trembling uncontrollably. His usually calm face instantly turned pale, his eyes revealing an undisguised look of terror. However, his years of officialdom had honed his shrewdness, allowing him to quickly recover his composure. He suppressed his inner panic and feigned composure, retorting, "Nonsense! This is pure fabrication! Do you have any evidence to support these false accusations?"

Zhu Jiahui smiled coldly, a smile filled with endless mockery and contempt. Her beautiful eyes were now as cold as a pond, staring intently at Master Chen. She said word by word, "Master Chen, has the musk you gave Madam run out?" Then, she slowly pulled a handwritten letter from her bosom.

This handwritten letter was unlike any other. It wasn't written with ordinary ink, but with blood. Though time had passed and the blood had dried, the pungent smell of blood still lingered on the paper, making one sick. Every word seemed stained with blood and tears, accusing Master Chen of his numerous crimes.

It turned out that since Master Chen married, he had been beating and scolding his first wife with extreme cruelty. The three innocent women, unable to endure such torture, died. This time, Master Chen went even further, not only coercing and bribing his second wife to follow his instructions, but also summoning Liu Yixin to impose a series of harsh rules in the name of her grandmother. He also had his wife, Ma Yiqing, ignite musk, which ultimately caused his grandson's pregnant wife to miscarry.

"Your Majesty, if you think it is necessary, you may send someone to Madam Chen's room to conduct a thorough search to see if there is still musk. Or you can ask the doctors from the Imperial Hospital to come and check whether the ashes of the burnt incense contain musk." Zhu Jiahui respectfully advised the Majesty. In fact, with the blood letter, it can be basically concluded that the crime committed by Lord Chen is certain.

"Furthermore, I just moved here not long ago and I heard that Lord Chen actually beat his wife. Everyone in the mansion can testify to this!" Zhu Jiahui continued.

"She...how dare she betray me like this?" Lord Chen was stunned, unable to believe what was happening before his eyes. He thought to himself: This is the end of me. However, he really couldn't figure out where Princess Fuhui got all these things from.

"Hmph! Even if I am disgraced, she won't be able to escape unscathed! The Liu family has long since abandoned her. So what if she obeys my orders? She cruelly caused the eldest daughter of the Liu family to have a miscarriage. How can she have a good life in the future?" The more Lord Chen thought about it, the angrier he became, but he still couldn't figure out the clues.

On that sunny, breezy afternoon, Madam Chen—oh, no, she couldn't be called that anymore! She should be Miss Ma Yiqing. This Miss Ma Yiqing, following Master Chen's strict instructions, cruelly caused Liu Yixin to miscarry. The memory of poor Liu Yixin's grief after losing her child still lingered in her ears, but none of it moved Ma Yiqing to soften her heart.

After completing this brutal act, Ma Yiqing didn't pause for a moment. He immediately ordered his servants to quickly bring a long ladder. Ma Yiqing nimbly climbed the ladder himself, carefully clambering over the thick wall and slipping silently into Princess Zhu Jiahui's courtyard like a lithe butterfly. Ma Yiqing and the princess had known each other since childhood, and there was some affection between them.

Upon seeing the princess, Ma Yiqing immediately knelt and saluted, saying sincerely, "Your Highness, I am willing to become a member of the Huimin Navy. From now on, I will obey your orders and follow your lead."

However, the princess frowned slightly, staring at Ma Yiqing sharply, and asked coldly, "If I refuse to agree to protect you, how will you deal with it?"

Ma Yiqing raised her head, a look of determination flashing in her eyes, and she slowly replied, "If the princess is unwilling to protect me, then I can only stay with the green lamp and ancient Buddha for the rest of my life. As for escaping, where can I escape to in such a big world? After all, Zhao is my hometown, my roots are here!"

After hearing these words, the princess was silent for a long time, and finally nodded gently and said, "Okay, I promise to protect you. But you must remember what I said today, and never have any other thoughts in the future." Ma Yiqing was overjoyed when she heard this, and kowtowed again to express her gratitude.

In the court, Lord Chen stood blankly, his once rosy face now lifeless as ashes. His eyes were blank, his body trembling slightly, as if he had suffered a great blow. All of this stemmed from his momentary emotional outburst.

Back then, Lord Chen was arrogant and conceited. He refused to back down even a little during an argument with the princess, resorting to ruthless tactics to preserve his so-called dignity. He targeted his granddaughter-in-law's unborn child, cruelly framing it and killing the innocent child before it could even see the world. Even more outrageous, to cover up his own crimes, he went so far as to pin the blame on the noble princess.

However, justice is undeniable. Ultimately, Lord Chen's scheme was uncovered. The emperor, enraged, dismissed him from office and exiled him to the remote and desolate Youzhou. From then on, this once powerful and influential minister became a prisoner, embarking on a journey of exile fraught with hardship and suffering.