The fake daughter of a fallen ghost is reborn

At daybreak, when groups of early-rising citizens began to appear in the streets of Huajing, they heard the sound of drums outside the gate of the Dali Temple.

On the high steps of the Dali Temple, next to the solemn and majestic stone statue of Xiezhi, a woman in plain clothes was swinging a drumstick, beating the drum of redress loudly.

The sound was dull and particularly eye-catching on such a quiet early spring morning.

The people gathered around and whispered about the person beating the drum.

Xue Zhiyi's face was grim, and the redness and swelling around his eyes had not yet faded, but there was no longer a single tear in his eyes, only firm hatred.

Finally, after an unknown number of knocks, the door of the Dali Temple finally opened.

The two runners came out, and the leader asked her, "Who's beating the drum?"

Putting down the drumstick, Xue Zhiyi said loudly: "I am Xue Zhiyi, the Minister of Revenue. The cause of death of my sister Xue Runing is unknown and there are many doubts. Please ask the Dali Temple to review it!"

The two yamen runners looked at each other. They naturally remembered the case that happened yesterday. One of them said, "It turned out to be the daughter of Minister Xue. However, the case is still under investigation. The refugees in Fulufang are highly suspected. If the suspect can be arrested, we will inform Minister Xue in time."

But Xue Zhiyi said, "Please inform the Dali Temple that there are still doubts about the cause of my sister's death. It may not be caused by refugees. I am afraid the murderer is someone else. I need to report this to the Dali Temple in person."

Hearing this, the yamen runner was embarrassed: "Miss Xue, our lord will discuss this matter with Minister Xue. The Dali Temple has been handling cases for many years. If there are any suspicious points that Miss Xue can see, how can we let it go?"

What she meant was that it was really too much for Xue Zhiyi to say in front of the Dali Temple that the Dali Temple was not doing a good job in handling cases.

Xue Zhiyi understood that the Dali Temple was very capable in solving cases and would not be blind and unable to see the key to the case.

However, if they are determined to pretend to be blind, it will be more terrifying than being really blind.

Xue Zhiyi repeated: "Please inform the Dali Temple."

The two yamen runners looked dissatisfied. They had received instructions from the Chief Justice of the Dali Temple that if Miss Xue came to their door to make trouble, they must not let her in under any circumstances.

Although he didn't understand the reason, he had his master's support after all, so he became tough: "Miss Xue, the Dali Temple has its own rules for investigating cases. If you continue to make trouble like this, I can only ask you to leave according to the rules. I hope Miss Xue will not take advantage of the fact that Minister Xue is favored by His Majesty to embarrass us minor officials."

Xue Zhiyi's eyes moved slightly: she was not here today to submit the doubts to the Dali Temple, but to confirm one thing.

The case happened yesterday and the conclusion was reached last night. How could a case be concluded so hastily?

What's more, if you think about the details carefully, you will find that the conclusion that "the murderer is a refugee" is untenable.

Today she came to the gate of Dali Temple to beat the drum to appeal for justice, and as expected, some people did not want to continue investigating the case. Some people wanted to nail the murderer as a refugee, and then they would even catch any refugee to take the blame, and the case would be completely closed.

As the sky gradually brightened, more and more people gathered around and couldn't help but talk about it. Perhaps they had seen too many children of officials who loved to act recklessly, and now they felt that she, the daughter of a minister's mansion, was relying on her status to embarrass the two young yamen runners.

At this moment, a voice was heard: "Zhi Yi!"

A figure squeezed out of the crowd: "Zhiyi, don't be afraid!"

Shen Qingtang came running over in a hurry. Her eyes were still red and it looked like she had just cried.

The moment she saw Shen Qingtang, Xue Zhiyi's expression eased a lot. She whispered to Shen Qingtang: "Why are you here?"

But Shen Qingtang's eyes turned red again: "I heard everything. I wanted to go to Xue's house to find you, but I didn't expect to see you here before I got there..."

As she spoke, she held Xue Zhiyi's hand and said, "Zhiyi, don't be afraid. I'm here. Sister Xue Wu and I have known each other for a while. If she has any grievances, I will definitely stand by you!"

After saying this, she looked at the two yamen runners coldly: "Whether the Dali Temple Minister sees him or not is his business, but whether to report it is your business. I only know that once the injustice drum sounds, the Dali Temple Minister will definitely receive him. Where do you want to put the law?"

Xue Zhiyi wanted to say that her goal had been achieved and there was no need to conflict with them again, but the two yamen runners heard her and said angrily: "Miss Xue, what do you mean? Have you brought another person to cause trouble? If so, don't blame me for being rude!"

The man said coldly: "Someone come!"

Before he finished speaking, a dozen yamen runners came out from the door.

"Those who cause trouble in the government office will be punished with twenty strokes of the cane!"

What Shen Qingtang said was reasonable and legal, so how could it be considered a disturbance? However, those yamen runners were indiscriminate and were ready to arrest people.

Caning hurts the body and makes people lose face. How could Shen Qingtang not be afraid? She said sternly: "My father is General Shen Chiyan, who dares to touch me!"

After these words were spoken, the yamen runners began to hesitate. They didn't really want to offend anyone in Huajing.

The leader hesitated for a moment and said, "Let's...detain him first!"

"May I ask if you have a basis for your actions?" Xue Zhiyi blocked Shen Qingtang behind him.

Seeing the runners were stunned, she said, "According to the laws of Dayong, once the Dali Temple's drum for appealing grievances is sounded, the Dali Temple Chief must meet with the person to state his grievances. So, my beating the drum to appeal grievances does not count as causing trouble. If I really caused trouble, I would be punished with twenty strokes of the cane according to the law, but once you heard about my identities, you changed the caning punishment to temporary detention."

She sneered, "I would like to ask the Dali Temple, you ignore the law, convict people at will, and change the punishment at will. It seems that the Dali Temple has long been beyond the law. Could it be that the people in the Dali Temple are above the laws of Dayong and above His Majesty who made the laws?"

After these words came out, several people looked at each other in bewilderment. The leader said, "Woman, you are talking nonsense and are so shameless! Detain her first!"

Just as a scuffle was about to break out, suddenly a sword was placed across the neck of the leading yamen runner.

Xue Zhiyi and Shen Qingtang were both stunned.

The man holding the sword had a pair of phoenix eyes that were unusually cold, and the corners of his lips drooped stiffly, making him look as cold as the sword with a cold edge... But at this moment, it made people feel extremely at ease.

Shen Qingtang almost cried out: "Marquis of Lin'an!"

"Lin...Lin'an Marquis!" The yamen runner was so shocked that he almost knelt down: "My Lord, what are you going to do?"

But Huo Wuyou kicked the yamen runner in the knee, causing him to fall to the ground with a cry.

Huo Wuyou pointed his sword at him and said, "I don't know why the Dali Temple has such a rule of detaining people so arbitrarily."

Seeing this scene, how could the other yamen runners dare to move? They all kept silent and held their breath, not daring to say more.

But when hearing this, a voice came from inside the door: "What wind brought the Marquis of Lin'an here?"

I heard the voice before I saw the person. I saw the door of the Dali Temple was slowly opened, and a man in an official robe, who looked to be about fifty years old, with a kind face, was looking at them with a polite smile.

It was the Dali Temple Minister.