As soon as I put it on, I met a sickly man

Jiang Yue was absent-minded during dinner, fiddling with the dishes in the bowl with his chopsticks.

Qiu'er stood aside, carefully observing Jiang Yue's expression. She wanted to speak several times, but hesitated.

"Miss, are you still worried about the court sending people to investigate?" Qiu'er finally couldn't help asking, with a hint of worry in her tone.

Jiang Yue put down his chopsticks and sighed, "Qiu'er, do you remember what happened last time? Even with evidence, they can still twist right and wrong. I'm worried about this time..."

Qiu'er remembered the last time she was almost punished, and her body trembled slightly. "Miss, I believe in you, you will be fine."

Meanwhile, in the county yamen, Magistrate Li and Mr. Zhao were frantically running around in circles. The arrival of Censor Su completely disrupted their plans.

"Master, what should we do? Censor Su is known for his impartiality. If he finds out the truth..." Magistrate Li's voice trembled.

Master Zhao pretended to be calm, "Don't panic, sir. I've already sent people to contact those people. As long as they insist that Jiang Yue framed us, Censor Su won't be able to do anything to us."

However, things did not go as smoothly as Master Zhao had imagined.

When those who had given false testimony before heard that Censor Su was coming, they were all scared out of their wits.

Some people began to waver and wanted to tell the truth, while others stood more firmly on the side of Master Zhao, hoping to get more benefits.

The next morning, Censor Su began investigating the case.

He first went to the crime scene, conducted a careful investigation, and then questioned the relevant personnel separately.

Jiang Yue stood aside, looking at Su Yushi's serious expression, a glimmer of hope ignited in his heart, but also a hint of worry.

In the evening, Ding Chen came to the Jiang residence with a hint of anxiety on his face, "Miss Jiang, I heard that Censor Su has already started the investigation. You..."

Jiang Yue forced a smile and said, "I'm fine. I believe in the fairness of Censor Su."

Ding Chen clenched his fists, "Ms. Jiang, don't worry, I will always support you!" He turned and left with a firm look in his eyes.

Jiang Yue looked at Ding Chen's departing back, feeling mixed emotions.

She walked to the window, looked at the gradually darkening sky, and said softly, "Qiu'er, help me grind the ink."

Qiu'er ground the ink, and Jiang Yue picked up the pen to write a letter. The letter was sent to the old doctor far away in the capital. The words revealed his worry about the situation, but also expressed his determination to win.

After leaving Jiang Mansion, Ding Chen did not go home directly, but went to the busiest teahouse in the city.

He passionately recounted Jiang Yue's experience to the people around him, and encouraged everyone to petition Censor Su, demanding severe punishment for the evil deeds of Master Zhao and others.

The people had long been dissatisfied with Master Zhao's tyranny, and now after hearing Ding Chen's story, they were filled with righteous indignation and responded one after another.

For a time, the city was filled with calls for severe punishment of Master Zhao.

When Master Zhao heard the people's cries, his face turned pale.

He knew that things were not going well. If Censor Su really investigated the matter thoroughly, neither he nor Magistrate Li would be able to escape the blame.

He narrowed his eyes viciously and came up with a plan.

He sent people to spread rumors, saying that Ding Chen incited the people to make trouble with the intention of disrupting local order.

Ding Chen came to Jiang's house again and told Jiang Yue about the people's petition.

Jiang Yue was touched, but also more worried.

"Mr. Ding, thank you for everything you have done for me, but I am worried..."

"Miss Jiang, don't worry," Ding Chen interrupted her. "I believe in the justice of Censor Su, and I also believe in the power of the people. Good will prevail over evil!"

At this moment, Xuanyuan Che appeared at the gate of Jiang Mansion with a team of royal guards.

His cold gaze swept around and finally fell on the person sent by Master Zhao to spread rumors.

Those people were suddenly frightened and silent.

Xuanyuan Che walked up to Ding Chen and said in a deep voice, "Young Master Ding, Master Zhao has accused you of inciting the people. I've presented the evidence to Censor Su, and he will handle the matter impartially." He turned to look at the men sent by Master Zhao and said in a cold tone, "Anyone who dares to speak nonsense again, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Master Zhao's men were so frightened that they retreated one after another and dared not say a word.

Master Zhao stood behind the crowd, his face ashen, but he didn't dare to step forward to confront Xuanyuan Che.

He clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his flesh, and his eyes were full of resentment.

It was late at night, and the light in Jiang's study was still on.

Jiang Yue looked at the letter in her hand, a barely perceptible smile appearing at the corner of her mouth.

"Qiu'er, give this letter to Commander Xuanyuan and ask him to deliver it to my master as soon as possible."

Qiu'er took the letter and retreated respectfully.

Jiang Yue rubbed his eyebrows, walked to the window, and looked at the twinkling stars in the night sky.

A cool breeze blew by, bringing the chill of early autumn.

"It's almost over," she whispered softly, her tone a little tired but also with a hint of excitement that was hard to conceal.

The next morning, Censor Su sent someone to bring a message, inviting Jiang Yue and Ding Chen to go to the county government office.

Jiang Yue changed into a simple and elegant dress, looking calm, as if everything was under her control.

Ding Chen seemed a little excited. He held Jiang Yue's hand and said firmly: "Ms. Jiang, don't worry. I believe that justice will eventually defeat evil!" Jiang Yue responded with a faint smile, held his hand in return, and gave him silent encouragement.

The atmosphere in the county government hall was solemn.

Censor Su sat in the main hall with a serious expression.

Mr. Zhao and County Magistrate Li stood aside, their faces pale and sweating profusely.

The hall was filled with people watching the fun, whispering and discussing the upcoming trial.

Censor Su cleared his throat and spoke slowly: "After several days of investigation by me, the truth of this case has been revealed! Master Zhao, do you have anything else to say?" He threw a stack of documents in front of Master Zhao with a cold tone.

Master Zhao picked up the document with trembling hands, glanced at the contents on it, and his face instantly turned as pale as paper.

The document recorded in detail the various crimes committed by Zhao Shiye and Li Xianling in collusion to frame Jiang Yue, and even contained evidence of their corruption and bribery.

The most crucial thing is that Censor Su found a witness who proved that Master Zhao had forged evidence. The witness was a timid accountant. Under the protection of Censor Su's majesty and promise, the witness finally told the truth.

“This…this…this…” Master Zhao stuttered and couldn’t finish a sentence.

His legs went weak and he almost collapsed to the ground.

County Magistrate Li was so frightened that his face turned pale as death. He collapsed to the ground and kowtowed repeatedly begging for mercy.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Yue felt relieved. She knew she had finally won.

Among the crowd, an inconspicuous figure quietly left the county government office.

He walked quickly to a secluded alley and met a man wearing a gray robe and a conical hat.

"Advisor Wang, the truth has been revealed! Censor Su... Censor Su..." Master Zhao's voice was trembling and full of fear.

There was a mysterious smile on Wang Moushi's face. He took out a seemingly ordinary letter from his sleeve and handed it to Master Zhao.

"Don't panic, sir, we still have one last trump card." Master Zhao took the letter with trembling hands and looked at Master Wang in confusion!