After getting on the carriage.
Zhi’er was blowing on her small, chubby hand, tears streaming down her face.
Just learned from Uncle Wen to slap the table.
No one expected it to hurt so much!
It looks cool, but hurts when you do it.
Oh, I’ll never play this game again.
It’s better to just scare people directly.
Prime Minister Wen saw this and quickly asked, "Princess, are you hurt? There’s a clinic nearby, I can take you to have a look."
Zhi’er shook her little head and sniffed pitifully.
"No need, it’s nothing serious. Once the truth is uncovered, I will make those villains cry more than I did!"
After saying that, the little one blew on her own rosy hand again.
Prime Minister Wen looked a bit astonished.
Even though the Princess is young, she remains calm in the face of events.
Despite being only four years old, she possesses extraordinary wisdom.
No matter what the County Magistrate said earlier, the little one wasn’t swayed by his words.
Though she seems like an adult, she is not.
Still reduces to tears in the carriage, blowing air on her reddened hand.
Prime Minister Wen silently watched and could not help but admire her.
He respectfully inquired, "Does Your Highness wish to return to the palace now?"
Unconsciously, he had come to see Zhi’er as the backbone.
The little one shook her head, "Go to Fanjin Alley, the signature on that case record earlier must be fake."
"However, the addresses of some eyewitnesses should be real, I remembered three addresses, let’s go ask them." Thɪs chapter is updated by novel⟡fire.net
"If we can find someone to testify, the fake case record won’t hold."
Prime Minister Wen nodded in agreement.
In such a short time, the little princess managed to remember three addresses.
Once again in admiration and submission!
However, upon arriving at the homes of those three witnesses.
One household had already moved away, and it was said the old man who witnessed Yang Zhuang being beaten had passed away due to illness.
Another household refused to open the door.
The last house, after much difficulty, met with Zhi’er and the group, and admitted having seen Yang Zhuang being beaten at that time.
However, when the woman heard about testifying, seeking justice for the deceased, she promptly refused.
She wanted to shut the door, but Prime Minister Wen hurriedly used his body to block it.
The woman exclaimed in surprise, cursing, "You scoundrel! If you dare block the door again, be careful I call someone to send you to the government!"
Zhi’er looked at her with dark eyes, her baby voice sharp, "Report! Go and report now. Uncle Wen, let her report it!"
"If you don’t help with this matter, even if you call someone to send us to the government, no one will assist you."
"A person can walk down the street and be beaten to death by someone they hold no grudge against, and still cannot seek justice even till death."
"Do you really think, if you suffer grievances today and report it, those apathetic officials will help you?"
"Today you failed to defend the wronged, tomorrow, who will seek justice for you?!"
These words directly shocked the uneducated woman.
Ordinary people are most afraid of bringing trouble upon themselves.
Being able to live a peaceful life is already their greatest luxury.
Upon hearing about defending Yang Zhuang, inevitably thought of offending the Wei Family.
A family that travels with a dozen servants.
That’s why the woman immediately refused.
But now, hearing Zhi’er say this, her heart was deeply shaken.
After a moment of difficulty on the woman’s face, she looked around to ensure no one was eavesdropping.
Then she whispered to Zhi’er—
"At that time, the Wei Family paid us to say we didn’t see Young Master Wei beating anyone."