MTL - The Words of the Number One-Chapter 27 the court

The state of Wu has laws and regulations of the state of Wu, and those who have adulterous affairs should be Shentang.

The presiding judge was still in a daze when Chang Yibo and Mo Lan called him over. The two most powerful families in Mu Yun asked him to settle the case, and it was really embarrassing for him.

On the way, Ji Yu hugged me, and before I was dragged into the hall to kneel down, Ji Yu whispered in my ear: "You have worked hard during this time, relax and watch the show later."

I also hid my face in panic, with the corners of my mouth curled under my sleeves.

Song Changjun was also brought to the court, and knelt with me in front of the presiding judge. He should already know why he came here, and he looked very angry. The presiding judge frowned and looked at Mo Lan, then at Uncle Chang Yi, smiling uglier than crying.

"The two of you are..."

Mo Lan waved his sleeves: "Just interrogate as usual, leave us alone, and speak according to the evidence."

The presiding judge looked at Uncle Changyi again, and Uncle Changyi nodded. The presiding judge let out a long sigh, turned his eyes to Song Changjun and me, and shouted: "Do you know what crime the person kneeling in the hall has committed?"

Song Changjun's expression was rarely gloomy, and he said loudly, "I haven't committed any crime."

I bent down and saluted: "My lord, the daughter of the people swears that she has never violated any rules."

Sitting by the side of the hall, Uncle Changyi took a sip of tea and said leisurely, "I have the letters between these two people in private. Please read them." But you insist on going to court."

Song Changjun looked at the letter delivered by Uncle Changyi's servant in surprise. He looked at me and Uncle Changyi, gritted his teeth and said, "Madam Ye and I have never exchanged letters."

The presiding judge looked at the letter handed in by Uncle Chang Yi and compared the handwriting of Song Changjun's usual letters, and then asked Ji Yu to read "my" letter.

Ji Yu looked at it and said, "This is indeed my wife's handwriting, but handwriting can be faked."

Mo Lan patted the armrest, and said angrily: "My sister is definitely not such a person. It's not like she and Mr. Song can't meet each other. What letter are you going to write? You don't want to frame my sister!"

Uncle Changyi laughed, and said slowly: "Why, Mrs. Yang suspects that I am forgery? Who is my majestic Uncle Changyi going to kill, and I still need to forgery? The love and affection in this letter is unsightly, isn't it iron-clad evidence?"

He doesn't speak fast, but every word is weighty, with the arrogance of someone who has been in a high position for a long time. Mo Lan didn't know how to refute what he said for a while, but she still looked at me without a trace of doubt, and was completely worried. She might have some regrets about going to court and asking Chang Yibo to produce these so-called evidences.

The letter was brought in front of me and Song Changjun. It was indeed our handwriting. If I didn't know that I hadn't written it, maybe I really thought it was my letter.

Song Changjun was so angry that his hands trembled when he saw these letters, he said, "This is fake! Master Changyi, why did you frame me like this?"

Just when we were at a loss for words, a figure rushed from the door.

"Brother! What are you doing!" Lu Shu ran in with tears in her eyes, holding her skirt.

She turned to look at Song Changjun with trembling eyes, then turned back to Uncle Changyi and said, "Brother, why bother? Just let Mrs. Ye and Mr. Song go. I... I will become a monk and do it." Auntie is fine."

"Nonsense!" Uncle Chang Yi patted Lu Shu on the back and said, "Who remembers that you think you are kind? He broke your heart. If you can let him go, I won't."

"You... If you sentence them to death, then I will die here too!" Lu Shu ran to Song Changjun's side, pulled out the hairpin from her hair and pointed at her neck. Both Chang Yibo and Song Changjun changed their faces, and Song Changjun immediately snatched the hairpin from Lu Shu's hand. Lu Shu covered her eyes and cried and fell into Song Changjun's arms.

"I believe Mr. Song!"

Lu Shu was crying in Song Changjun's arms. Song Changjun was angry and confused, probably feeling helpless in a mess.

I wanted to say something, but I met Ji Yu's eyes. He shook his head slightly and said with his mouth - I'll do it.

He walked into the hall with a flick of his sleeves, bowed to Uncle Changyi, Mo Lan, the presiding officer and Lu Shu, and said: "I share weal and woe with my wife, and I believe in her character. This letter is very similar to my wife's handwriting." Similarly, I think someone wants to frame my wife, can I ask Miss Lu some questions?"

The presiding officer wished he could get rid of this burden, and immediately agreed: "You ask."

"Miss Lu, do you know where these letters came from?" Ji Yu asked respectfully.

Lu Shu raised her eyes from Song Changjun's arms, and replied with wet eyes: "I... I... Our house servants found out when we were sorting out the sundries for Song Changjun..."

"Which maid is that?"

"Mother Gu."

"Where is she now?"

Lu Shu seemed to be frightened by Ji Yu's questioning step by step, she murmured: "Mother Gu asked for leave to visit relatives..."

Uncle Chang Yi looked at this scene with displeasure on his face, he stood up and said to Ji Yu, "Does Mr. Ye want to interrogate my Yaomei?"

Ji Yu smiled and bowed to Uncle Changyi: "The grassroots dare not, but just want to confirm the source of these letters. Miss Yilu said that it was Mama Gu, the servant of the uncle's mansion. It happened that earlier today, a woman was seriously injured and escaped. Come to my house and tell me that my wife was arrested and asked me to rescue her. She then claimed to be Mama Gu from Bo’s house.”

Lu Shu's eyes widened in surprise when she heard this, and even Uncle Chang Yi was stunned. Ji Yu said something to Mo Lan, Mo Lan relaxed his brows and nodded, Ji Yu waved, and Han Bo walked in with an old woman who was walking with a limp. She was wearing the highest-ranked red dress among the servants of Changyibo Mansion, and her gray hair was in a mess. When she saw Mo Lan, she cried and threw herself at her feet, shouting, "Mrs. Yang, save me!"

"Tell me what you know, and I will save you." Mo Lan helped her up.

The old woman cried with snot and tears, and shouted: "I have worked hard for the uncle's house for so many years, but who knows that I ended up killing people. Miss, master, you have no heart!"

Lu Shu's face changed slightly, she and Uncle Changyi looked at each other, and then said to the old woman, "Mother Gu, don't talk nonsense!"

Gu's mother fell to her knees and kowtowed twice to the presiding adult, crying: "My lord, those letters are all fake, the miss asked me to find someone to copy them, just to frame Mrs. Ye and Mr. Song. I pretended to take it out of Mr. Song's clothes and handed it to Mr. Chang Yibo."

Song Changjun was stunned. Uncle Changyi didn't seem to know. He also looked at Lu Shu in surprise when he heard the words. Lu Shu's face was pale. She grabbed Song Changjun's sleeve in a panic, shook her head and said, "I didn't! She...she slandered Me!...Mother Gu! You...what are you talking about!"

Gu's mother kowtowed her head very crisply, and she continued: "If you don't believe me, you can ask Mr. Du at the Chengnan Xinwen Museum. The lady asked me to ask him to copy it."

"You...you!" Lu Shu was so angry that she couldn't speak, Uncle Changyi asked her with a dark face, "What's going on here?"

Lu Shu shook her head in a panic, she said: "No...it's...it's Mama Gu! She said she wanted to find a way to give them a long memory...I didn't know she used such a vicious method..." She turned to look at Mama Gu , said angrily: "Mother Gu! I trust you the most and have always treated you very well. How could you... How could you bite me back!"

"Miss, I also want to ask you, I've been with you for so many years, how could you kill me to silence me!" Mama Gu straightened up, pointed at Lu Shu and began to cry, her messy hair looked extremely embarrassing.

"I...how can I! I have no reason to kill you at all..."

"Why not! Just because I heard about your things... I also said how Xiangqi died... It turned out that it was because I heard something that I couldn't hear. But how did I swear, Miss, if you don't believe me, I will kill me, Don't blame me." While Gu's mother was talking, Uncle Chang Yi's face changed as if he had thought of something, he strode over and shouted to stop, Mo Lan immediately jumped up from his seat to stop him. I heard Gu's mother knelt on the ground and shouted: "Miss is not your sister at all! Miss is the illegitimate daughter of your lord and the former third wife!"

There was a moment of silence in the hall, and everyone looked as if they had been struck by lightning.

Uncle Changyi's father had three regular wives. Uncle Changyi was born to the first Xia family. After the death of the Xia family, his father married the Xu family. After a few years, the Xu family also passed away. Finally, his father married Mrs. Wang is fourteen years younger than his father, about the same age as Uncle Changyi. Lu Shu is Wang's youngest daughter.

Uncle Chang Yi always loved his younger brothers and sisters, even if he loved Lu Shu a little more, no one thought much about it. Who knew...he actually had an affair with his stepmother? He is Lu Shu's biological father?

I looked at Ji Yu in a blink of an eye, he and Mo Lan were stopping Uncle Chang Yi, and he also looked at me in the silence, with a deep smile hidden in his eyes.

—How about it, isn’t it wonderful?

—As expected of you.

—Excellent.

"Mrs. Yang, everything I said is true. Only you can save me now. For the sake of telling the truth, I beg you to save me." Mother Gu wailed while holding Mo Lan's leg.

Her voice broke the silence, Chang Yibo seemed to lose all his strength, he threw off Mo Lan's shackles and turned back to the chair, knocking the teacup to the ground. He laughed loudly, and said darkly: "It's nonsense, Mrs. Yang has ruined Yaomei's reputation like this, is she still satisfied?"

Mo Lan's eyes widened and she wanted to reply, but she rarely realized that the atmosphere was not right, so she swallowed back the words of anger.

Lu Shu suddenly burst into tears and picked up the hairpin, this time she really wanted to commit suicide. Uncle Chang Yi snatched the hairpin from her hand and slapped her, which made Lu Shu stunned. He glanced back at the faces of each of us, then left the lobby with Lu Shu in his arms.

The presiding judge collapsed on the seat, talking in his mouth. Ji Yu came over and helped me up from the ground, patted Song Changjun who was already unable to react, and said, "Leave Mu Yun quickly, and don't come back again."

Song Changjun nodded, then said with a wry smile, "I really don't understand women."

He was probably surprised that the gentle and weak Lu Shu would harm us in such a vicious way, that she would kill Mother Gu who had been with her for many years, that Lu Shu was the daughter of Uncle Chang Yi...

But it's good for him to be aware of this point, he really doesn't understand the twists and turns of a woman's mind.

Mo Lan also helped up Mama Gu, who was crying uncontrollably, and walked to our side with a complicated expression, and whispered, "What's the matter, it's too messy."

After a pause, he added: "It's because they want to harm others but get killed... It's their own fault."

Ji Yu put his arms around my shoulders, and I took his hand and sighed softly, and said, "Sister Mo Lan, we probably won't be able to stay in Muyun any longer."

Mo Lan sighed sadly.

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This part of Mo Lanchang Yibo is considered to be over, and the next chapter will have a little analysis. Is it the tip of the iceberg in Ji Yu's overall situation?

One reason he came to Muyun was to bring the heroine, the other reason was the real goal, hhhh the next chapter will see, a completely blackened Ji Yu.

Ah, by the way, a little sister said that the name of my original novel was a bit of a joke, so I changed it. Speaking of which, I don’t know how many times I have changed the name, introduction, and one-sentence introduction of the novel...

Just don't change the name now!