When Bai Zhi’er returned, the killing rod had already been used up.
The little one took small steps, walked up to Feng Fuce, and obediently stretched out her two little white hands.
Feng Fuce was taken aback and looked at her: "What’s wrong?"
Bai Zhi’er blinked her long fluttering lashes and said softly: "Brother Fu Ce, check me, I’ve washed them clean!"
Feng Fuce couldn’t help but chuckle softly upon hearing this.
To humor her, Feng Fuce indeed reached out his hand, pinched her soft little fingertips, and examined them seriously.
Finally, Feng Fuce nodded faintly: "Very good, go sit down."
Bai Zhi’er sat obediently on the chair.
At this time, Wei Zian silently looked at her, and the little one snorted.
Everyone present, except for Chu Ping, felt a bit surprised.
Marquis Wan had just been extremely patient with the little princess.
The way he appeared with killing intent moments before made him seem like a completely different person.
After Bai Zhi’er returned, the Minister of the Ministry of Justice immediately began the interrogation.
First, the witnesses were allowed to speak.
The women present, and Yang Xiazi, could all testify; they saw Wei Zian instruct the house servant to beat Yang Zhuang. Official source is novel~fire~net
The woman saw even more.
"This young master first flirted with Yang Zhuang’s wife, wanting her to become his concubine, and even had the house servant hold the girl’s hand, wanting to touch her waist, saying he wanted to check the goods."
This was indeed vulgar, and after the woman spoke, even Qingmei couldn’t help but frown.
Feng Fuce immediately looked at Bai Zhi’er.
The little one seemed to not quite understand, only showing a puzzled little face, eyes filled with disdain, looking at Wei Zian.
The Minister of the Ministry of Justice asked: "Young Master Wei, do you admit to this matter?"
Wei Zian certainly would not admit it.
He shook his head: "At the time, his wife looked uncomfortable and almost fell, I just offered a hand, how could it be that I was touching her waist? Sir, this is pure slander."
The woman widened her eyes: "I heard it clearly, how can you still lie?"
The Minister of the Ministry of Justice waved his hand.
"Then do you admit that you instructed the house servant to beat the deceased Yang Zhuang?"
Wei Zian knew this couldn’t be denied.
After all, the commotion at the time was too great, many people around knew it was the Wei Residence’s house servant.
Wei Zian’s eyes rolled slightly.
"Indeed it was a beating, but that was because Yang Zhuang misunderstood, thinking I favored his wife, and thus verbally abused me incessantly."
"Naturally, my house servants defended me, which led to the fight."
Prime Minister Wen pursued: "Beat him for a whole hour? Young Master Wei never thought of stopping?"
Wei Zian fell silent this time.
The Minister of the Ministry of Justice lowered his head and wrote a few notes.
Next, he questioned the doctor who treated the injuries.
When the old doctor arrived at Yang Zhuang’s house, he was almost on his last breath.
This was something Wei Zian couldn’t refute.
After all, the medical record for the visit was clearly documented.
Wei Zian however argued: "Since he was so severely beaten, why not send him directly to the clinic rather than carry him home?"
"What if he ate something wrong or tripped and fell again at home, leading to his death?"
Bai Zhi’er raised her little baby voice: "You’re really shameless!"
Feng Fuce heard the little one unhappy.
He then said to the Minister of the Ministry of Justice: "Directly interrogate that county official, ask him why he falsified testimony, if he’s so dignified, why would he fear and need to fabricate?"
Wei Zian froze, and even Master Wei was stunned.
Wasn’t that county official arranged to leave early yesterday afternoon as soon as they got the news?