General, you should rest now; the lady is even more ruthless.

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

While the second and third princes were arguing fiercely at the Ministry of Justice, Jiang Qiqi's guests arrived at the General's Mansion.

"Greetings, General's wife." Lü Shuyi curtsied.

Jiang Qiqi personally stepped forward to help her up: "Miss Lü, there's no need for such formalities."

After the two sat down, Xiang'er served tea.

“Miss Lü, now that there are no outsiders here, we don’t need to hide things from each other like we do when we’re outside.”

"I understand what you mean, Madam." Lü Shuyi nodded gently. "Madam summoned me here, does this mean there has been progress?"

Jiang Qiqi scratched her head: "No."

During this time, she was in Longcheng and didn't have time to visit Lü Shuyi.

"I called you here today to get some information. As you know, I used to be in poor health and didn't go out much, so I don't know much about things in the capital."

Lü Shuyi naturally knew this; although there were many powerful and influential people in the capital, only a few families came and went in the court.

Previously, everyone only knew that the Minister of Revenue had a concubine's daughter named Jiang Yunruan, but the Jiang family had never mentioned the name Jiang Qiqi.

It wasn't until she attended these two banquets as the wife of a general that the people of the capital learned that the Jiang family had a legitimate daughter who had been frail since childhood and rarely went out.

"Please feel free to ask me anything, Madam. I will answer to the best of my ability," Lü Shuyi said sincerely, regaining her composure.

"Nothing else, I just wanted to ask the Third Prince how much you know about this person?"

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Wang Liang was certain that Cui Zhi had no evidence that he had ordered the murder.

But Wu Ming's notebook contained written evidence that Cui Zhi had instructed Wu Ming and Li Yi to murder Zheng Yanshu.

"Hahahaha!" Cui Zhi suddenly burst into laughter, his state of madness. "Looking back on how things have come to this, I blame no one but myself for being blind and believing the words of you, you dog Wang Liang!"

The Minister of Justice asked, "Cui Zhi, what else do you have to say this time?"

"That's all, pshaw, I accept it."

"Very well. Then I will now pronounce the verdict—" Having learned from the previous two experiences, the Minister of Justice did not even take the token, since he would have to put it down anyway if someone tried to stop him.

result...

"Sentencing—, sentencing—" Why is no one stopping him?

"Minister of Justice, is there something stuck in your throat? What are you babbling about?" Chen Chengwu said impatiently.

Minister of Justice: "..."

Wasn't it you who just wouldn't let me make the judgment...?

"I hereby pronounce judgment: The criminal Cui Zhi has murdered an official of the court and embezzled disaster relief funds. His crimes are heinous and intolerable to Heaven. He is hereby sentenced to immediate execution! All of Cui Zhi's property shall be confiscated. All male members of his family and three generations of relatives shall be sold into slavery and female members into servants. They shall be barred from participating in the imperial examinations for a hundred years!"

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the expressions of the people next to him, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that everyone looked normal.

The token fell to the ground: "Execute immediately!"

The guards came forward and helped Cui Zhi up, who had been hunched over on the ground for so long.

“Wait, I have something else to say.” Cui Zhi stood up and suddenly spoke.

"Speak," Shen Luo said.

Cui Zhi staggered two steps to Wang Liang, took a deep breath—

He kicked the other person in the head!

"Wang Liang, I'll f*** you! You son of a bitch! I'll f*** you..."

According to an unnamed source at the scene, Cui Zhi used very foul language that day.

Strangely, he continued to kick and curse Wang Liang for a long time without any guards stopping him. Perhaps it was because the General Zhenguo was coughing.

Perhaps everyone is more concerned about the general's health.

......

After the brief incident, Cui Zhi was dragged away and beheaded, and next it was Wang Liang's turn to be sentenced.

The matter of Cui Zhi's case has been settled, but the verdict on Wang Liang remains a question.

"Wang Liang," the Minister of Justice asked, "where did the 700,000 taels of silver you embezzled go?"

Wang Liang's eyes darted around: "It's on the market."

Chen Chengwu spoke first: "Impossible! You spent 700,000 taels of silver in just over a year? I don't believe it. You must have given it to your superiors and done something shady."

“What higher-ups? I… I gambled it all myself. I’m a gambler, and I often spend the whole day at the casino. But the silver the government provides is not enough, so I embezzled some to gamble. But I never expected that I would lose all 700,000 taels of silver just like that.”