After her mind was read, the spoiled brat became the darling of the whole group.

Zhang Kuihua thought this person was really annoying.

She glared at Xie Xing with her small eyes and said sarcastically, "What's wrong with me bringing Song Lang some hangover soup?"

"I have secretly fallen for Song Lang, isn't it enough that I care about him?"

Xie Xing said slowly, "There's nothing wrong with delivering hangover soup, but it's suspicious that a woman would go out alone at night to the home of a lonely man."

She tilted her head and looked at Zhang Kuihua: "You said you secretly had feelings for my older brother, and you knew he was drunk, so how could you possibly assault him?"

"You say the sky is your blanket and the earth your mat, but where are you, and what can you offer as physical evidence?"

"If you and Zhang Fushen's words alone can tarnish someone's innocence, then I would also say that you first had an affair with a beggar on the street, and then immediately tried to frame my older brother, making him the scapegoat."

Xie Xing spoke eloquently and clearly, asking one question after another, leaving Zhang Kuihua momentarily stunned by his relentless questioning.

At this moment, she stood in the center of the hall, her voice soft and gentle. She wore a pink dress that was elegant and lovely, leaving the crowd at the yamen gate with a beautiful back view that amazed everyone who saw her.

Isn't this the fifth young lady from the General's Mansion?

“Xing’er…” Song Qingyang’s eyes sparkled with emotion.

Xie Yuze was somewhat stunned.

While in the general's mansion, I only knew her as eloquent and clever, but now, in the yamen, listening to her every word, I could actually discern a certain clarity in her tone.

Only the beggar watching the play was dissatisfied.

He roared at the entrance of the yamen: "Young lady, don't tarnish our reputation! Who would want Zhang Kuihua!"

She was notoriously ugly.

Even a beggar wouldn't want it, let alone a human like Song Qingyang?

Seeing that he couldn't win the argument, Zhang Fushen quickly turned to the prefect and cried out, "Your Honor, everyone saw Song Qingyang and my Kuihua sharing a bed!"

"What else do you need to say?"

"Please, please make the decision and let Song Qingyang marry my Sunflower!"

As Zhang Fushen spoke, he winked at the prefect.

The prefect froze, glancing at Xie Xing and Xie Yuze.

If we're only talking about Song Qingyang, it's quite simple: just force Zhang Kuihua to marry him.

But now, there are two young masters and ladies from the General's Mansion here, and it seems these two are determined to see this matter through to the end.

The prefect is in a difficult position.

Seeing the prefect hesitate, Zhang Fushen grew anxious and hurriedly said, "Your Excellency! If you make such a firm judgment, what will happen to my Sunflower if she loses her innocence!"

The prefect cleared his throat, about to speak.

Xie Xing then said, "Your Excellency, you must make a proper judgment."

“Even beggars wouldn’t want Zhang Kuihua, so how could my older brother mistake a fish eye for a pearl?”

The prefect was getting annoyed by Xie Xing's repeated interference.

His superior is Grand Commandant Zhang. If he offends the Grand Commandant, will he still be able to keep his official hat?

It's just a small matter; let's just give the Grand Commandant some face and let it go.

If their elder brother, Xie Yuhe, were to come, the prefect might even give him face.

The prefect hissed and looked at Xie Xingwen: "Fifth Miss Xie, as far as I know, your eldest brother should be Xie Yuhe, the Vice Minister of the Court of Judicial Review, right?"

"And who are you?"

"Could it be that you've taken a fancy to this young master, and that's why you're competing with Zhang Kuihua for a husband?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Kuihua immediately adopted a possessive demeanor, glared at Xie Xing, and cursed, "You vixen!"

Xie Xing: "..."

She laughed angrily.

Song Qingyang was both angry and annoyed. He shouted, "Prefect, don't talk nonsense!"

His fists were clenched tightly at his sides.

His status was indeed inferior to Xie Xing's real elder brother, Xie Yuhe, and he was even schemed against in this way.

It was a conspiracy that was clearly visible to the naked eye; if he had even a minor official position, he wouldn't have gone to such lengths.

Xie Yuze's eyes turned cold as he glared at the prefect: "So you know my elder brother is the Vice Minister of the Court of Judicial Review?"

"Then why don't you watch your mouth?"

The prefect's expression changed slightly.

He was, after all, a prefect, and to be spoken to like that by a spoiled brat in front of so many people was humiliating.

He snorted coldly: "This is a government office!"

"Please don't reach out so far, Young Master Xie."

As he spoke, the prefect clapped his hands one by one and looked at Song Qingyang: "I ask you, this morning, did you really share a bed with Zhang Kuihua?"

Song Qingyang remained silent with a cold expression.

Zhang Fushen laughed and nodded hurriedly, "Yes, yes, sir, my henchmen and I can testify to that."

Seeing that the prefect was about to arrange for Song Qingyang to marry Zhang Kuihua, Zhang Kuihua smiled and stared at Song Qingyang with a dazed look.

Song Qingyang looked away with utter disgust.

"and many more."

Just then, a long, drawn-out voice rang out.

Everyone followed the sound.

The crowd erupted in cheers.

"It's Prince Jin!"

"Heavens! Prince Jin!"

Jun Lanjin was dressed in a deep purple long-sleeved shirt, with purple tassels adorning her hair. Her dark hair was tied up high, and she wore a jade crown, making her look extremely noble.

A handsome man who seemed to have stepped out of a painting.

He walked slowly, a jade fan in one hand, a smile playing on his lips. "I've been watching from outside for a while and I've discovered that the prefect has his own unique way of handling cases."

The prefect's expression changed drastically, and he immediately got down from the main seat, knelt down, and bowed to Jun Lanjin: "Greetings, Your Highness."

Jun Lanjin didn't even glance at him, walked right past him, and sat down in the main seat.

He leaned back lazily in his chair, his long legs crossed, tapping his jade fan against his palm. He chuckled and said, "Song Qingyang has achieved the highest honors in all three levels of the imperial examinations. He is someone even His Majesty has taken notice of."

"The prefect made a arbitrary judgment, relying solely on people's words, and thought he could marry this woman to Song Qingyang?"

The prefect was drenched in sweat. He immediately turned around and stammered, "Your Highness, that's not the case."

Jun Lanjin responded with an "Oh," and said, "That's not the case?"

"What happened?"

The prefect wiped the sweat from his brow and turned to look at Zhang Fushen.

Zhang Fushen was completely stunned.

Song Qingyang, an unknown scholar with only some literary talent, actually managed to attract Prince Jin's attention.

Xie Xing was also stunned.

She glanced at Jun Lanjin in the main seat, then lowered her head again, whispering to the system: "Why does his face look so pale? He looks like a delicate, sickly beauty now."

Jun Lanjin's face was indeed somewhat pale.

Her peach blossom eyes, when not smiling, are as cold as an icy pool, but when she smiles, her eyes sparkle, and coupled with her bewitching face, she must have captivated countless hearts.

The system said: [It's probably because you were hit by an Ice Palm attack that wasn't in the main storyline.]

Hearing this heartfelt sentiment, Jun Lanjin paused in tapping his fan.

His lips straightened slightly.

Xie Yuze suddenly turned his head to look at Xie Xing, his eyes widening in disbelief.

She really does like Prince Jin!

They've all started paying attention to Prince Jin's expression!

However, it seems that the Frost Palm that King Jin suffered has not healed, as his face does look somewhat pale.

Xie Yuze's discussion gradually went astray.