Many descendants

The murder case at Hongfu Inn has drawn great attention from the current emperor, who has directly ordered a joint trial by the three judicial departments: the Ministry of Justice, the Court of Judicial Review, and the Censorate.

These were Fang Shangshu of the Ministry of Justice, Yan Zhuo, the Minister of the Court of Judicial Review, and Song Zhuo of the Censorate.

Minister Fang was already over fifty years old, but every time he saw Song Zhuo's face, he would lament that God was wasting such a precious talent.

Such a handsome face should belong to a woman, not a stinky man.

Yan Tong has a refined and noble appearance, but compared to the pearl and jade in front of her, she pales in comparison.

He and Song Zhuo were both Jinshi graduates in the same year. His grandfather was the former Grand Tutor, and his father was the current Grand Tutor. They were from a distinguished family, so it was not surprising that he could sit in this position at such a young age. With his background and strength, no one dared to offend him, just like Song Zhuo.

Holding the vase and scroll, Su Yan originally intended to return to the inn.

But Song Zhuo said that as long as she left, the painting and the vase had to be left behind.

Su Yan knew he didn't want her to leave. Actually, she also wanted to stay by his side; it would be easier for him to overcome his tribulation if he was by his side.

However, it was easier for him to persuade her to stay than for her to shamelessly stay. So he devised a plan to play hard to get.

Song Zhuo knew she could change her appearance, so he made her revert to her previous middle-aged woman appearance.

Therefore, Song Zhuo gained a young 'nanny' to serve him, while Ziqian was reduced to a coachman.

"Where's Ziqian? Why is there an old maid instead?" Yan Dou looked Su Yan up and down.

Su Yan's face immediately darkened. "A maid is a maid, but why add the word 'old' to her name? Then you should respect the elderly and give me your seat."

“…” Song Zhuo glanced at Su Yan but did not speak.

Yan Dou was surprised that Su Yan was so bold as to dare to confront him in front of his master.

Moreover, Song Zhuo remained completely silent.

Song Zhuo was a person who valued rules the most, yet he was able to endure it. Yan Qiu immediately became interested, "What kind of relative is this?"

Su Yan looked at Song Zhuo, waiting for his answer as well.

"Someone, bring a seat." Song Zhuo didn't reply, but simply ordered someone to prepare a chair for Su Yan.

Minister Fang was also surprised by Song Zhuo's politeness towards Su Yan, "Is she an elder?"

Su Yan put the vase and scroll aside and sat down in the chair. "Aren't you supposed to be working? Why are you gossiping about these things?"

“Uh…that’s true.” Minister Fang was also rebuked by Su Yan, but judging from Song Zhuo’s attitude, he really didn’t know who Su Yan was, but she was definitely not an ordinary old maid.

Su Yan opened the scroll and found that the person in the painting had changed back to an old man. She clicked her tongue and muttered to herself, "This is troublesome."

"What did you say?" Song Zhuo asked.

Su Yan replied, "Every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt its debtor; retribution may be delayed, but it will come soon enough."

Song Zhuo: "..."

It sounds like he's being targeted; he choked her in the carriage... This is definitely troublesome!

"Getting back to the main point, His Majesty has ordered the case to be solved in two days, so we have no choice but to act quickly." Minister Fang opened the case file.

Yan Tong had no interest in the case.

His gaze kept shifting between Song Zhuo and Su Yan; his intuition told him that their relationship was unusual.

His gaze shifted and landed on Su Yan's figure. If you didn't look at her face, her slender and graceful figure could easily be mistaken for that of a young girl.

Song Zhuo slapped the dossier in his hand onto Yan Zhuo's face. "It's not surprising at all that Guo Xiang was murdered. In the past two years alone, there have been twenty-eight volumes of dossiers submitted to the Dali Temple to impeach him. But because he saved the Emperor in his early years and had the merit of saving the Emperor, the memorials were simply dropped once they entered the palace."

Yan Dong caught the file, rubbed his nose, and finally focused his thoughts on the case. "Guo Yue, the Vice Minister of Works, is Guo Xiang's younger brother, isn't he?"

"Yes." Minister Fang nodded.

Su Yan looked at Song Zhuo.

Song Zhuo noticed that she had something to say, so he asked, "What's wrong?" His voice was incredibly gentle!

Yan Tong's attention instantly shifted from the case back to Song Zhuo and Su Yan.

Minister Fang was also taken aback, because Song Zhuo rarely showed any courtesy to anyone.

Su Yan reminded him, "I was wondering if the murderer might go after this Vice Minister of Works?"

Song Zhuo immediately called out, "Someone, go quickly to the residence of Guo, the Vice Minister of Works, to investigate."

Yan Qiu stared at Su Yan, "Is your face fake?"

"Oh~ How did you figure that out?" Su Yan asked in surprise, her illusion magic shouldn't be that bad.

"Just a guess!" Yan Dong laughed. "Your figure doesn't match your face. You're probably around eighteen years old."

"Song Zhuo, look at her!" Su Yan said to Song Zhuo, "She can tell at a glance that my face and figure don't match, and you not only don't question it, but you even call me 'auntie.' The Censor-in-Chief is supposed to be in the judicial department, and based on this level of insight, I doubt your ability to get things done."

Song Zhuo saw through it at a glance, but she disguised herself as an old woman, probably to make people think of her as an old woman.

Who knew that wasn't what she was thinking... Just as the saying goes, a woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea; you can't guess or speculate about it according to common sense.

Song Zhuo's icy gaze shot towards Yan Zhuo, "These eyes, if gouged out, could make a decent specimen."

Yan Tong was horrified. "Uh! Minister Fang testifies that I suspect Song Zhuo is plotting to murder me!"

Su Yan touched her face, and her true appearance returned.

Beauty is not rare, but opinions vary. If everyone thinks someone is beautiful, then that person is truly exceptional.

Minister Fang was completely captivated, drooling uncontrollably. Suddenly, he realized that Song Zhuo's face was nothing special.

Yan Qiu's eyes widened in amazement. She glanced at Song Zhuo one last time, then tugged at his arm. "This must be your younger sister! I want to ask her out!!!"

"She is my betrothed!" Song Zhuo declared Su Yan as his fiancée.

Su Yan glanced at him, her expression unchanged. After all, she and Tiandao were partners.

However, he is now in a predicament, and with a group of beautiful women in his backyard, things are not so easy now. "I have a husband."

Everyone was immediately shocked.

Even Song Zhuo's face turned deathly pale instantly.

Su Yan picked up the vase and the scroll, saying, "I'll go to the carriage outside to wait for you to finish your shift. I won't disturb your discussion any longer."

After saying that, he got up and left.

That exquisitely beautiful and graceful figure is truly captivating.

"If it were me, I'd snatch her away!" Yan Zhuo said to Song Zhuo. "If you don't try, I'll make my move."

"This case will be handled by the Imperial Censor from now on." Song Zhuo followed Su Yan away.

Minister Fang and Yan Tong looked at each other in bewilderment.

Finally, Minister Fang whispered jokingly, "Lord Yan, is Lord Song trying to poach someone's talent?"

Yan Dong replied in a serious tone, "If I had such a corner, I would dig it too, no... I would just push the wall down and scrape the bottom."

Minister Fang: "..."

After leaving the Dali Temple, Su Yan transformed back into the appearance of a middle-aged woman.

Seeing a street vendor selling steamed buns, I called out, "Steamed buns for sale! What kind of fillings do you have?"

The vendor quickly replied, "We have pork and cabbage, vegetable and egg, and also red bean and jujube paste fillings. What would you like, ma'am?"

"Give me fifteen, divide them into five portions, and one of each kind of filling in each portion."

"Okay, I'll be fine soon."

The vendor quickly packed five oil paper packages. "Ma'am, that's eighty coins in total."