Voice of the heart: Those who are eaten by the real daughter are in bad luck

Outside the court, the people listened to the conversation between the father and daughter, and they all started talking excitedly.

"It seems that the lady from the Yun family never returned to the Yun family after she got married."

"Yes, I also heard from someone that the guy inside wouldn't let her go out because he thought her poor background would bring shame to him."

"No matter how poor the Yun family's background is, can it be worse than his current wife?"

Someone who heard the news coughed lightly and spoke in a voice that everyone could hear amid the expectant and curious gazes of everyone.

"Is his current wife from a brothel or a skinny girl from the south? Who knows if she is a popular woman? He can take her home as a treasure and treat her like a treasure. Does that mean she is of noble status just because she comes from a brothel?"

Those who come from brothels are like mud on the ground in everyone's eyes and can never be washed clean.

"My God, he's still a skinny guy? I didn't realize that this Mr. Zhao is such a loyal and affectionate person."

"Not only is his love deep and his loyalty strong, but all the old people in the capital know that his wife gave birth to a big fat boy less than seven months after she got married.

"Let's not talk about how wonderful these seven months were. Let's just say that when his second wife came into the family, Yun had only been dead for half a year.

"If he had any sense of propriety and integrity, and a bit of the dignity of a man from a noble family, he shouldn't have married a new wife less than a year after his first wife died, and let the new wife enter the house with a child."

The man who was speaking obviously knew a lot of inside information, and his words were very logical, causing people around him to nod their heads. When he looked towards the hall, his eyes were filled with contempt.

The discussions outside the hall continued to reach the court. Zhao Jingtian felt displeasure and anger rising as he listened to how these common people dared to criticize his family.

Lu Xinran looked at his clenched fists at his side and always felt that this man was very interesting.

[Not only did he want to seize other people's property, he also insulted and slandered them. He was an expert at taking advantage of others.]

[I really don't know whether this is a shameless trait passed down from generation to generation in the Rong Enbo Mansion, or whether he is gifted and born cruel and vicious. ]

[He is a whore who wants to be a saint. Does he think that others are blind, or does he think that he is also a victim and can vent his anger on innocent people? ]

[You think you are so wronged. Tsk, why don't you blame your father and grandfather? If they had not chosen the wrong side, the Bo family wouldn't have to go bankrupt. ]

[You can also blame the emperor. Don't always exclude dissidents. If the emperor doesn't want your lives, then it won't be a problem.]

Zhao Jingtian, who was standing in the hall listening to her all-round complaints, was so angry that his hands were shaking.

Doesn't he want to blame his grandfather and the emperor?

But the mistake had been made, so where was the mistake in trying to remedy it?

What's more, the Yun family has relied on the power of the Bo Mansion to expand their business over the years, and Yun Hua and Yun Cheng have benefited from it.

Lu Xinran was bored and couldn't help but spit when he read his thoughts.

[It's like tearing off the left cheek and sticking it on the right cheek, shameless and thick-skinned. 】

[Does the Yun family need to borrow the power of your Bo Mansion to do business? Yun Hua was a low-key and elegant man back then, and he never thought of expanding his family business. ]

[I'm so low-key, but I'm still being targeted by you shameless people. 】

[You covet other people's property and find so many excuses. Is a pig no longer a pig if it is brought to the capital? You are used to being a tortoise and think you can be a turtle too. ]

Eavesdropping on everyone in my heart: "..."

I can’t take it anymore. I’m about to burst out laughing. What should I do?

Song Junyan tried hard to keep a straight face, making himself look expressionless, serious and fair.

On the contrary, the more Zhao listened, the more relieved she felt. She just hoped that she would curse a few more times.

Zhao Jingtian was scolded unilaterally, and he calmed down after being extremely angry.

He and that damn girl don't get along at all, and nothing he does requires her approval.

It was still bustling outside the hall. Half an hour later, the servant who had gone to the Bo's mansion to report had returned first.

Lu Xinran looked at the two servants who followed the officers into the room and rolled his eyes.

The argument just now took place more than forty years ago, and the two men brought by the officers looked to be under forty years old.

When Yun married into the Rong Enbo Mansion, these two people were not yet born. How could they testify?

Zhao Jingtian was also startled when he saw the person coming, and then anger flashed in his eyes.

Seeing that he was about to get angry, the visitor shrank back and knelt on the ground with a plop.

"Sir, I am the youngest son of the chief steward of the Bo's Mansion. My father has been ill for the past few days and cannot get out of bed. He told me everything that happened that year and asked me to pass it on."

【Butler? 】

Lu Xinran's questioning voice came again, "Didn't the steward of the Bo Mansion die two years ago? The current steward is a confidant of the Tao family, and this man is the son of the new steward."

[That housekeeper is, uh, forty-six years old this year. He was still in the hands of a human trafficker when Yun got married. He knows, haha, he knows shit.]

Zhao listened to her thoughts and hurried forward and said, "Sir, when my mother married into the Bo's Mansion, the housekeeper was not this man but my father. His father entered the mansion when I was thirteen years old. He knows nothing about what happened in the mansion more than ten years ago. You can't trust a word this man says!"

"Well," Song Junyan only nodded slightly and asked Zhao Jingtian: "Lord Rong En, is what Zhao said false?"

Zhao Jingtian closed his eyes and was about to speak when the crowd was suddenly separated by brute force. An old woman walked tremblingly to the door of the court and shouted something inside.

"Sir, I am the maidservant of the old lady. When the prince's wife recognized her relatives, I was right behind the old lady."

Zhao turned around suddenly and saw a familiar figure.

This person was indeed a second-class maidservant beside Qi back then.

He looked at Song Junyan's expression in surprise, and when he saw him nod slightly, he let the person in.

The old woman knelt down beside the other two people as soon as she entered the room. "My lord, when the Crown Prince's wife married into the Earl's Mansion, I was by the old Earl's wife's side. I heard with my own ears that the lady was willing to put the dowry into the public treasury for daily use in the mansion."

"You fart!"

A powerful and angry rebuke came from outside the hall.

When everyone turned around, they saw an old woman with silver hair standing outside the hall with a cane.

The old woman followed the officer and, with the help of Lu Xinran and her sister, she crossed the threshold and entered the court.

She put down her crutches and tried several times, but her inconvenient legs and feet made it impossible for her to kneel down on her own.

"Stand up and answer. Who are you and why did you just disturb the court?"

Shen hurriedly bowed and then tightened her cheeks to try not to spit on Zhao Jingtian.

"My Lord, I was once the wet nurse of the wife of the Crown Prince of Rong'en. After the wife passed away, the Yun family released me from my indenture, but I missed the eldest lady and have been staying with her all these years.

"I was just in a hurry and couldn't bear to hear others spread rumors to slander the prince's wife. I accidentally disturbed the court. I hope you can bring someone to atone for your sin."

One was dignified and majestic, while the other was kneeling on the ground with her legs swinging in her skirt.

There was no need for a judge in the court to judge, as the difference in status was immediately apparent, and everyone had their own calculations in mind.