The Divine Doctor and Adorable Consort: The Demonic Emperor is Too Cunning

"Is it true?"

The voice was not loud, only four words, but it carried a terrifying aura.

Fang Qingyou was taken aback by the imposing presence. She thought to herself, "I didn't expect the magistrate to be so young. He's probably only in his early twenties at most, but he's really dignified."

The person the boy asked was none other than Zhang the matchmaker.

The matchmaker, already terrified, trembled even more, kowtowing repeatedly to the young man: "My lord, I'm innocent! I didn't traffic people! It's all a misunderstanding! My lord, I was just collecting a debt from her. I've always been honest and law-abiding, and I would never dare to do anything illegal. Please investigate!"

Seeing Zhang the matchmaker's appearance, Fang Qingyou curled her lips in disdain. This Zhang matchmaker was really good at pretending. She was so fierce when she scolded her, but now she was acting like a docile old sheep in front of the magistrate.

However, Fang Qingyou knew exactly what she should do, so she turned her eyes and said seriously, "My lord, since she keeps saying that she only came to collect a debt from me, then I will now return the money I owe her."

As she spoke, Fang Qingyou took out a worn-out money bag from her person: "Sir, there are three taels of silver here, which is exactly the amount of silver I owe her. I humbly ask you to be my witness and prove that I have returned these three taels of silver to her today."

Matchmaker Zhang stared wide-eyed in disbelief. She knew the Fang family's situation very well. Fang Runtin had broken his leg and had no money for treatment. The whole family was struggling to make ends meet, yet they still had money to pay her back.

Just then, the young man's subordinate in blue stepped forward from his right, took the money pouch from Fang Qingyou's hand, and walked expressionlessly to Zhang the matchmaker, asking, "Does she owe you three taels of silver?"

Seeing the long sword at the waist of the man in green, Zhang the matchmaker felt a pain in her neck and cold sweat rolled down her forehead. She quickly nodded and replied, "Yes."

At this point, the man in green threw the money pouch into Zhang the matchmaker's arms and coldly ordered, "Count it!"

Zhang the matchmaker dared not disobey, and without even wiping the sweat from her forehead, she hurriedly and tremblingly opened the money bag and began counting.

She counted it three times in a row, and each time Zhang the matchmaker's eyes widened more and more. Fang Qingyou really did have three taels of silver!

Where did Fang Qingyou get so much money? Did she steal it or rob it? Now that she's paid back the money, how am I supposed to marry her off to the Sun family?

Before Zhang, the matchmaker, could think further, the cold voice of the man in blue rang out again: "Have you counted them all?"

Matchmaker Zhang dared not lie: "Count, count, count it all, it's three taels of silver."

"Has he paid off his debt to you?"

"It's all paid off, it's all paid off." Zhang the matchmaker was almost crying inside, but she could only answer truthfully.

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyou suppressed her overwhelming joy, her eyes reddening as she looked at Zhang the matchmaker with a hint of warning, saying, "Now that I have paid back your money, we are even. Please don't say that I owe you money again, and don't try to sell me to pay off the debt! Otherwise, next time no one will be able to prove that you are not a human trafficker, and our officials will not let you off so easily."

Fang Qingyou actually wanted the magistrate to punish Zhang the matchmaker, because through today's events, she deeply felt that Zhang the matchmaker had ulterior motives in lending money to Ren Shi, and that she wanted to sell her.

It's a pity she didn't have any evidence, otherwise she would have definitely made Zhang the matchmaker suffer this time.

As soon as Fang Qingyou finished speaking, the old woman in gray immediately pointed at Zhang the matchmaker with a stern face and said, "That's right, Nanguan County is right under the emperor's nose, a county on the outskirts of the imperial city. If you really traffic people, the county magistrate will definitely throw you into jail."

Upon hearing this, Zhang the matchmaker's face turned ashen, as if she were constipated. Why was this wretched woman picking on her?

Then the boy's voice rang out again: "No matter why you arrested her today, do not do anything illegal in the future, or you will be severely punished."

The voice remained calm and authoritative, still directed at Zhang the matchmaker.

The matchmaker Zhang suddenly tensed up and nodded repeatedly: "Sir, I understand, I understand."

Matchmaker Zhang didn't want to let Fang Qingyou go. She could tolerate Village Chief Sun, and at worst, she could find another daughter-in-law for the Sun family. But what about Madam Li? How should she deal with her?

"Thank you so much for upholding justice for this humble subject. You are truly a just and upright official." Fang Qingyou had a very good impression of this magistrate, and this was absolutely a heartfelt compliment.

The boy did not respond. The man in blue, expressionless, said to the crowd, "The case is closed. Everyone, please disperse."

Upon hearing this, Zhang the matchmaker felt as if she had been granted a pardon. She quickly got up from the ground, but she lost her balance and fell face-first into the dirt.

"Haha--" Zhang the matchmaker looked extremely ridiculous, like a fat duck clumsily falling down, which made the onlookers burst into laughter.

Although Fang Qingyou held back her laughter, she felt extremely pleased.

"Ouch!" Zhang the matchmaker gasped in pain, trying to get up but failing several times. Her comical posture, with her buttocks sticking out, made everyone laugh even louder: "Ha ha—ha ha—"

Hearing the laughter around her, Zhang the matchmaker blushed with embarrassment and could only reach out to the burly men behind her for help.

The burly men belatedly realized what was happening and pulled Zhang the matchmaker up from the ground.

After getting up, Zhang the matchmaker ran away without even brushing the dirt off her body, and several burly men quickly followed.

As the group fled in disarray, the onlookers laughed and gradually dispersed.

Before long, only Fang Qingyou and the boy remained in the same spot.

As the surroundings quieted down, Fang Qingyou realized that the young man's subordinate in blue seemed to be watching her.

Fang Qingyou suddenly realized that her subordinate was trying to remind her to let go of his magistrate's leg, so she reluctantly let go.

Fang Qingyou stood up to thank the young man, but as soon as she looked up, she saw that he and his two men had already left.

At a glance, she only saw a well-defined, smooth chin.

Fang Qingyou's gaze followed the three people, and the clean, elegant, slender, straight, and upright figure came into view, like white clouds, like valleys, like green bamboo on mountains.

Fang Qingyou was stunned. The magistrate's figure was so...perfect and charming.

However, why does he possess such an innate nobility and an arrogant disdain for the world?

Just then, an annoyed voice suddenly rang out behind Fang Qingyou: "Kid, I said you've finished seeking justice, shouldn't you leave? How am I supposed to get things done with you blocking the entrance to my county government office?"

The sudden sound startled Fang Qingyou. When she turned around, she saw a middle-aged man in his forties staring at her with a gloomy face.