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

"Who is he?"

Wen Lang frowned as he looked at the young boy, who appeared to be a servant, brought by the yamen runners.

"Don't tell me he's the evidence."

Fang Weizhi pointed at the servant and sneered:

“He was a cleaning servant at Songhe Academy. Back then, when you and I, Yemingzhu, were ordering me to deal with Yu Moyan, he was cleaning around the corner. He heard every word we said.”

As he spoke, he looked directly at the servant and asked:

"Tell me, isn't it?"

The servant nodded hurriedly.

"Yes, yes, yes, I was clearing fallen leaves behind the bushes at the corner. I happened to overhear Young Master Wen and Young Master Fang's entire conversation. Young Master Wen did indeed instruct Young Master Fang that crippling or killing Yu Moyan would benefit both of them."

Fang Weizhi looked at Wen Lang:

"I'd like to see what else you have to say."

Wen Lang, however, stared coldly at the servant and pressed him for an answer:

"Since you heard it at the time, why didn't you tell Yu Moyan or the academy?"

The servant trembled involuntarily under his cold gaze, but said:

"I was just a lowly servant, and I was afraid of causing trouble, so I didn't dare to say a word at the time."

Wen Lang sneered:

"Since you didn't dare to speak up back then, why are you suddenly so bold today? Could it be that someone gave you money?"

Are you asking me to help him frame someone?

Fang Weizhi gritted his teeth in anger:

"Wen Lang, you're talking nonsense."

Wen Lang scoffed:

"What's wrong? I've exposed your trick of bribing him, so you're angry and embarrassed!"

Fang Weizhi was furious:

"You...you...you're just making excuses!"

Wen Lang completely ignored him, instead staring coldly at the servant:

“I’m reminding you, perjury is punishable by 20 strokes of the cane. Besides, how can you prove that what you’re saying is true? You’re just a servant. You wouldn’t speak before, but now you’re talking a lot. Doesn’t that mean you’ve been paid to give false testimony? Otherwise, how do you explain your inconsistent behavior?”

The servant was bombarded with questions and stammered for a long time, unable to utter a single word.

Wen Lang looked at Cui Rongxing smugly:

"Lord Cui, if he cannot explain why he suddenly changed his story, then his testimony is unreliable. I can..."

"Not believing in anything, just an excuse for a sudden pang of conscience."

Fang Weizhi was so angry at his shamelessness that he was panting heavily for a long time.

Cui Rongxing's expression was also unpleasant. After all, the servant's inconsistent behavior was indeed questionable, and his testimony was not entirely credible.

Wen Lang became even more smug, and looked coldly at Yu Shuyan:

“Yu Shuyan, you and Fang Weizhi have gone to such lengths to slander, frame, and falsely accuse me. I will make you give me justice.”

Yu Shuyan, however, smiled faintly:

"Wen Lang, why are you in such a hurry? Your agitation is making you look pathetic. Why did this servant suddenly change his mind? Let's hear what he has to say before we speak!"

Wen Lang believed that she was still feigning composure, and was instead offering a sarcastic sneer:

"Okay, I also want to know what kind of convincing reasons he can come up with."

His meaning was quite clear: whatever the servant said, he could use the excuse that it was fabricated to question its authenticity.

Yu Shuyan ignored him and instead looked at the servant:

"Don't be afraid, just tell the truth."

The servant raised his head, and under Wen Lang's sinister gaze, nervously rubbed his hands together, saying:

“That’s right, I was sent here by someone.”

Wen Lang assumed the servant was intimidated and wouldn't dare offend him, a future official, and sneered smugly.

"See, everyone? I wasn't wrong. He was instructed to slander me."

The servant looked at his ugly face and gritted his teeth:

"Someone sent me, but not to slander anyone. He just let me know that..."

A person must act in accordance with their conscience. I knew before that you intended to harm Young Master Yu, but I chose to turn a blind eye out of fear.

"Actually, after Young Master Yu was injured, I have always felt very regretful and guilty."

Wen Lang interrupted impatiently:

"Stop with the hypocrisy. Just tell us, who exactly instructed you to slander me?"

The servant, who had initially been somewhat afraid of him, now seemed less afraid after being so disdainfully reprimanded. He snorted coldly and pointed at Wen Lang:

"You wicked person! You did evil deeds, and not only do you not feel ashamed or remorseful, you also have the audacity to threaten me!"

"You wanted to know who sent me, didn't you? I'll tell you, it was Dean Bai. Dean Bai sent me to be a witness."

Wen Lang froze instantly, his brows furrowing tightly.

"Dean Bai? ~Dean Bai? ~No~Impossible! My teacher never interferes in these outside affairs. How could he possibly send you to identify me? I am his disciple, you are just a servant. You are lying, you are absolutely lying~~"

Wen Lang's voice clearly revealed his anxiety.

After all, he could deny it if anyone pointed it out.

However, if the other party is Bai Chongshan, then given his reputation and status, no one can doubt the servant's testimony.

Then, wouldn't his crime of murdering Yu Moyan be confirmed?

He doesn't want to go to jail.

He dared not question Bai Chongshan, so he could only try to win over the servant by having him lie.

Moreover, Bai Chongshan was not one to meddle in such matters, so why would he persuade a servant to testify against him?

"Nonsence!"

The servant, having thoroughly vented his anger, simply sneered.

"You call yourself a disciple? At best, you're just one of many scholars at Songhe Academy. The one who should be called a disciple is Young Master Yu, the Dean's most prized disciple. You harmed his disciple; do you think he'd stand idly by and do you think he'd stand by and do nothing about a villain like you? Anyway, Dean Bai sent me. If you don't believe me, you can ask Dean Bai. Do you think I have any brains? Would I dare to use Dean Bai's name to deceive people?"

"You shameless scoundrel!"

He became more and more smug as he spoke, and at the end, he even spat out a "pui" (a vulgar expression).

Wen Lang's face was so dark it was almost dripping with water.

Finally, he could no longer maintain his facade of gentleness, and pointed at the servant, cursing him angrily. His whole body was trembling with rage.

"How dare you speak to me like that! You lowly servant, you're asking for death! You're asking for death!"

The servant, now completely indifferent, directly mocked:

“I’m a servant, so what? I earn my living through my own abilities, which is better than your family of parasites who eat and drink your wife’s food and even harm your wife’s older brother.”

"The whole family are ungrateful bastards who eat people without spitting out the bones!"

"You filthy thing, I'll tear your mouth apart!"

Wen Lang finally lost his last shred of reason, roared and rushed forward, and started fighting with the servant.

There was not a trace of his usual gentle and refined demeanor.

The onlookers stared with disgust at Wen Lang, who was still fighting, and at the Wen mother and daughter who were pointing at the crowd and cursing.