Reborn as a doctor, he takes revenge and ruthlessly punishes the scum.

Cui Rongxing nodded slightly and looked at Wen Lang:

"Young Master Wen, I think you have no objections."

Although the voice was soft, it carried a subtle sense of pressure.

No matter how unwilling Wen Lang was, he knew that dwelling on this point any longer was completely pointless. He gritted his teeth, his mouth...

The muscles on one side were twitching:

"Of course, these are all family matters, and shouldn't be troubled by Lord Cui. Every family has its own troubles, and outsiders can't possibly understand right and wrong."

They solemnly told everyone not to follow the crowd, clearly out of fear of affecting the local reputation.

Cui Rongxing smiled faintly and shook his head:

"Young Master Wen, I really didn't realize you were such a talented person!"

Wen Lang heard the sarcasm in his words, and in his heart he wanted to tear him to pieces, but he maintained the smile on his lips.

"You flatter me, Lord Cui. May I ask what brings you here?"

Faced with Wen Lang, who was both flexible and cunning, Cui Rongxing couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine, and his eyes turned cold.

"I'm here because I received a report and I'm here to handle it."

Wen Lang's eyes narrowed sharply, and he frowned in confusion:

"Report? Who?"

Suddenly, realizing something, he abruptly looked at Yu Shuyan:

"It's you?"

Yu Shuyan smiled faintly and raised an eyebrow:

"Yes, it's me!"

Wen Lang's brows furrowed into a deep frown.

"What are you reporting?"

Yu Shuyan smiled and raised her eyebrows:

“Of course I’m reporting it. It’s about you, Wen Lang, plotting to murder my elder brother.”

Wen Lang was visibly startled, then realized that the Gu slave had already dealt with Fang Weizhi. With no witnesses, his slightly flustered heart quickly calmed, and he let out a sneer:

"It's ridiculous. The one who harmed your brother was clearly Fang Weizhi. I think you're the one who's spouting nonsense."

As he spoke, he quickly looked at Cui Rongxing:

"Lord Cui, I remember Fang Weizhi. He's still imprisoned in your government jail, isn't he? You can't arrest me without even asking what happened, just because of her casual accusations, can you?"

Cui Rongxing shook his head:

"Don't worry about that. I would never arrest someone without asking questions."

Wen Lang felt a slight sense of relief.

Fortunately, Cui Rongxing wasn't completely shameless; he sided with Yu Shuyan.

He thought about it very carefully. Fang Weizhi was already dead, and there was absolutely no evidence to prove that he had instructed the others to cripple Yu Moyan.

Wen Lang felt even more smug, his eyes filled with mockery:

"Since that's the case, what evidence do you have? If you have no evidence, then Lord Cui, I hope you can uphold justice for me."

Yu Shuyan looked at him, at his smug expression, and smiled faintly:

"Wen Lang, you just said that Fang Weizhi is still locked up in the government jail. Can't he produce any evidence? You're so certain, it's as if you're sure that Fang Weizhi will never talk!"

Wen Lang suddenly looked at her. Her words always gave him the feeling that she seemed to know something.

But what good is knowing? The person is dead and has fallen silent forever.

Wen Lang smiled faintly:

"I am absolutely certain that he could not possibly produce any evidence. After all, how could he possibly fabricate any evidence out of thin air for something I did not do? I am simply innocent and confident."

Yu Shuyan sneered:

"What a fine statement of having a clear conscience and being open and confident. I just wonder if you can still be so righteous and resolute in a moment."

Wen Lang frowned, that vague sense of unease resurfacing in his heart. A hint of impatience and unease crept into his voice:

“What exactly are you trying to say? Let me tell you, Yu Shuyan, don’t think that just because I have a good temper and a gentle nature, I will always tolerate you and give in to you.”

Yu Shuyan couldn't help but feel disgusted with him, and laughed with disgust:

"Put up to me, give in to me? How dare you say that?"

"Since you want evidence, what's wrong with giving it to you?"

As he spoke, he nodded directly at Cui Rongxing.

Cui Rongxing understood and said to the constables behind him:

"Bring the person over here!"

The constable ran to the door and waved to one side:

"Bring him here!"

A deep sense of suspicion and unease welled up in Wen Lang's eyes as he stared intently at the fence, his fist clenched tightly in his sleeve.

He clenched his fist tightly, and the veins on the back of his hand stood out.

When the man, being carried by two constables, appeared before him, his eyes widened in disbelief.

I couldn't help but blurt out:

"Impossible, impossible!"

"Impossible? What do you mean impossible? You think this person will never appear again, is that right!"

Yu Shuyan smiled faintly as she looked at him.

Wen Lang snapped out of his daze, frowned, and looked at Yu Shuyan, but remained silent for a long time.

Yu Shuyan simply stared at him silently, her disgust and mockery undisguised.

Fang Weizhi was poisoned by a Gu slave in prison last time. Although he was on the verge of death, Yu Shuyan pulled him back from the brink.

When he woke up, he immediately realized that Wen Lang was trying to kill him to silence him.

Without much trouble, he directly confessed to Cui Rongxing that Wen Lang had given him money to have his horse trample Yu Moyan, regardless of whether he lived or died. Ideally, he should be trampled to death or maim.

He had been holding his breath, determined to expose Wen Lang's true colors in public.

At this moment, enemies meeting again are bound to be furious. Fang Weizhi broke free, grabbed his two constables, rushed up to Wen Lang, and punched Wen Lang hard in the face.

Wen Lang's face turned to one side from the punch, and blood trickled down the corner of his mouth.

Fang Weizhi was still not satisfied and wanted to beat him again, but the yamen runners who arrived at the scene pulled him aside.

He continued to struggle, kicking his legs at Wen Lang and shouting:

"You heartless bastard! I helped you back then and crippled Yu Moyan. You not only didn't save me, but you even hired someone to kill me to silence me."

"You ruthless, vicious, and treacherous villain, I'll beat you to death, beat you to death!"

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Fang Weizhi continued to hurl insults, and Wen Lang's face turned extremely ugly.

Faced with this series of unexpected events, even with his deepest cunning, he could no longer maintain his composure. He pointed directly at Fang Weizhi and roared:

"Shut up! Shut up!"

"It was clearly your own mess that you had to drag me into. Was it, was it Yu Shuyan who made you say that?"

"Yes, absolutely."

"Fang Weizhi, I'm warning you, I'm a Jinshi (a successful candidate in the highest imperial examinations), and I'll soon be a government official. If you have any evidence, then produce it."

"If there is no such thing, have you considered the consequences of maliciously framing an official of the imperial court?"

Even now, he still hasn't forgotten the threat Fang Weizhi is making.

Because he was certain in his heart that he was always careful and cautious in his actions, and that Fang Weizhi could not possibly produce any evidence.

No matter what he says, and regardless of whether people believe him or not, if he cannot produce evidence, then in the end, it can only be a accusation and speculation.

It is impossible to convict him!

So, in the end, he couldn't help but look at Yu Shuyan with a mocking expression.

It seems to be saying:

That bastard, no matter why he didn't die.

You think you can use him to kill me? That's absolutely impossible!

Just give up on that idea!