After I killed him for 9,000 years, he was reborn.

"Wait a minute..."

Meng Qisui, the Dali Temple Minister who suddenly appeared, raised his hand to stop the procession of the coffin. He did not say much, but slowly glanced at everyone in Yue Guogong's Mansion with eyes as cold as a knife.

Anyone who looked at him could not help but feel a chill running down their spine, as if their heads were about to be crushed. Especially Li Yue'er and Tong Wencai, who were already feeling guilty, felt their heartbeats speed up and their breathing become difficult.

When Meng Qisui's gaze fell on Li Yue'er and Tong Wencai, their faces turned pale instantly, their legs became weak, and they could hardly stand.

But Meng Qisui showed a chilling smile, that smile was like that of a devil, which made people shudder.

Then, Meng Qisui waved his hand, pointed in the direction of Li Yue'er and Tong Wenjie, and ordered the yamen runners behind him: "Arrest the criminals Li Yue'er and Tong Wencai and bring them back to the Dali Temple to await trial!"

This sudden order threw the scene into chaos. Everyone was talking and looking at each other, but no one dared to act rashly.

Everyone could only watch as the Dali Temple runners, led by the Dali Temple warden who was as tall and strong as a giant bear, captured Li Yue'er and Tong Wencai, mother and son, as easily as catching two chickens.

"What's this about?"

An old man from the Tong family's side branch nearby bravely asked Li Shiliu, the person with the highest status present, a question.

"The Dali Temple is handling cases with special permission from the emperor. There are no taboos. Who dares to stop it?"

Li Shiliu didn't even turn his head, but said lightly, successfully making the people from the side branch of the family shut up.

Come on, the evil dogs in the court don’t bark for nothing. Whoever dares to stop them, aren’t they afraid of being bitten to death?

"Let me go, let me go...

Why do you, the Dali Temple, wrongly accuse good people?

Why did you arrest me?"

"Let go, let go, you mad dogs from the Dali Temple, who are you? My father is the governor of the Nine Gates, a top official in the court, with a large army under his command. How dare you, a bunch of dogs, disrespect me? I will make sure my father gives you a good beating later.

Let go, ah, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."

The resistance and shouting of Li Yue'er and Tong Wencai, mother and son, could not shake the Dali Temple runners in the slightest.

They could only watch themselves being dragged by this group of ferocious Dali Temple runners, their hearts filled with fear and anger.

The people around watched this scene silently, not daring to speak out.

They all knew that the Dali Temple's power to handle cases was a special authorization from the emperor, and that once anyone was involved, the consequences would be disastrous.

Li Shiliu stood there, watching all this coldly, without any ripples in her heart.

She knew that the fate of Li Yue'er and Tong Wencai was already determined, and that legal sanctions would await them.

Meng Qisui watched them struggle and resist, his eyes as cold as ice, without a trace of pity or hesitation. He said expressionlessly: "The two prisoners resisted arrest, which is an aggravated crime. What are you waiting for? Take them away immediately!"

His voice was cold and firm, as if he was declaring their fate.

After hearing this, Li Yue'er and Tong Wencai turned pale instantly. Their original arrogance disappeared without a trace. They tried to resist, but they were tightly grasped by the Dali Temple runners and could not move at all. They were dragged by them like two dead dogs.