After the villain was defeated, she still had power in the government

"..."

"..."

Along with a deliberately suppressed voice, the door was kicked open and Yan Zhen's figure appeared in everyone's sight.

As soon as she entered the yard, Yan Zhen saw Fu Yutang standing in the middle of the yard with several strong men standing beside him. Her heart skipped a beat and she thought that those strong men were minions of King Xiang and wanted to kill Fu Yutang.

Just when he was about to yell at the other party and ask him to surrender, the next second, he noticed that the wall was densely packed with heads, and every pair of eyes was wide open. At first glance, they looked like the kind of people who died with their eyes open. He immediately took a breath and his eyes widened.

"What happened here?"

Apart from Fu Yutang's disappearance, the capital has been very peaceful recently. I haven't heard of any thieves committing crimes, nor have I heard of any revenge-seeking massacres of families.

Looking at Yan Zhen, who was stunned and seemed confused about the situation, Fu Yutang sighed almost imperceptibly.

"You're late." Fu Yutang looked at him dimly, his eyes falling on the group of people behind him, some wearing official uniforms, some wearing coarse linen clothes, and some wearing long gowns. He sighed and said, "You're here now, Dagui and I are both late."

Yan Zhen was startled by her words, and came to his senses. He walked to her side, looked her over and over several times, and asked anxiously: "Brother Tang, are you okay?"

Seeing that he was so anxious that his eyes turned red, Fu Yutang patted the back of his hand and comforted him, "It's okay, you're not hurt."

"Why did you come so late?"

Speaking of this, Yan Zhen's face changed, and he said with anger in his eyes: "Damn it, it's still that old Xiang Wang..."

Realizing that there was someone behind him, he forced a detour and forced a smile, gritting his teeth and saying, "When the old Prince of Xiang was returning to the city just now, he was bumped into by a few thieves. Those thieves also injured the people when they fled. I happened to pass by, and the Prince of Xiang asked me to help him to seek justice..."

Such a coincidence?

Fu Yutang raised his eyebrows.

Yan Zhen snorted and gave Fu Yutang a look that said "you know what I mean".

"It was because of this matter that I was delayed that I came late."

Yan Zhen's tone was extremely calm, but his face, facing away from everyone, was already very ugly. His baby face was filled with a cruel expression that did not match his age. "Fortunately, Brother Tang, you are okay, otherwise..."

He did not continue speaking, but paused, looked around, and after a closer look, he realized that the people clinging to the wall were all alive, and Shi Zhen and the others had been subdued. He was stunned for a moment, and asked in surprise: "Brother Tang, these people..."

Did Brother Tang find it himself?

Fu Yutang waved his hand to stop him from saying anything else, and said, "These are all eyewitnesses." He then looked at the people Yan Zhen brought with him and asked, "Do you have the documents?"

"Yes." Although Yan Zhen didn't know why Fu Yutang had specifically asked him to bring the person in charge of paperwork, he still did as he was told. When he heard Fu Yutang's question, he turned to a young man behind him who was wearing a gray gown, had a dull face, and carried a small satchel on his back and said, "Jiang Yi, come forward."

Jiang Yi followed his instructions and stepped forward, bowing to Fu Yutang.

Yan Zhen introduced Fu Yutang, "He is Jiang Yi, who usually helps me sort out daily affairs and manuscript paperwork."

Fu Yutang nodded and asked, "Did you bring your pen, ink, paper and inkstone?"

Jiang Yi quickly glanced at Fu Yutang, with a barely perceptible enthusiasm in his eyes. Before Fu Yutang noticed, he lowered his head, silently clenched his fingers, tried to suppress his excitement, and said respectfully: "I have brought them all, all in my bag."

Fu Yutang said "hmm" lightly, asked Yan Zhen to keep an eye on Shi Zhen and others, and sent someone to bring a chair into the house. He pointed at the chair and asked Jiang Yi to sit down, then ordered: "I need a roster, you sit here and record it."

"Yes, sir." Jiang Yi responded, took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from his bag one by one, placed them neatly on the table, then sat down, rolled up his sleeves and began to grind ink.