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Chapter 327 Who is lying
"I don't know why Yan Shoubei framed this official for nothing?" Zhao Yan said calmly, "Although the criminal involved in this case involves Bei Rong, the prisoner is not the person who committed the crime back then, and His Majesty has not sentenced him to death. I don't know why you are so anxious?"

This case involves a lot, if one is accidentally caught in the wrong place, he may not be able to please the Holy Majesty.
"That's why Mr. Zhao is too arbitrary! Although His Majesty couldn't bear to punish him severely, he never let it go." Zhang Dian said.

A man dressed as a butler walked out behind him, "The Zhuo Palace has been loyal and loyal for generations, and it has been plotted to this point, leaving the son of Xizuo by mistake! Master Zhao please enforce the law impartially!"

Someone recognized that this was Tong Qian, the housekeeper of the Zhuo Palace.Zhuo Wang actually sent Tong Qian to supervise this matter?

It seems that the Zhuo Palace was really kept in the dark.

Zhao Yan looked at him with a sneer: "It is my duty to enforce the law impartially. However, this is Jindu, and even the people in Zhuowang's Mansion must abide by the rules! Please step aside!"

Hearing this, the two of them looked at each other in blank dismay, their faces were a little hot, and the surrounding discussions started again.

Yan Shoubei slammed down the whip again, the boy's straight back remained motionless, and a stream of scarlet blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The third whip slammed down on the head and face again, directly facing the boy's face.

With this whip, I'm afraid his head will be severely injured, and he will be half disabled on the spot if he doesn't die.

"Stop!" Zhao Yan yelled, and caught the whip with split hands, "Stop!"

The long whip stopped waving, and Zhao Yan's blue veins holding the rein bulged, and faint blood oozes from his white fingers.

He rode his horse forward for a few minutes, looked at the group of people indifferently, and said in a loud voice: "The son of Bei Rong, who dares to sneak into our Tianlu and steal his life, is not forgivable. However, the state has laws and regulations, and the execution should not be hasty! "

Yan Shoubei frowned and looked at him, "Master Zhao, do you want to protect him?"

He wanted to pull back the whip to argue, but was held back by Zhao Yan.

"Since the emperor's kindness is so great, how dare I bend the law for personal gain. On the contrary, he is strictly guarded, in charge of the defense of Jindu, and knows all the laws of Tianlu, so how can he abolish the public for private reasons?" Zhao Yan said with a calm face, revealing the other party's selfishness in his words .

Zhang Dian came with Zhuo Wang's people, and Yan Shoubei went to Zhuo Wang's mansion and was sent over.

It's easy to know what the two of them are thinking about.

Because of this, this case is even more unexplorable.

"It's clear that you guys want to show favoritism. Even if His Majesty is here, we still have something to say!" Yan Shoubei put on an aggressive posture.

Zhao Yan was so angry that he tightened his grip and snatched Yan Shoubei's long whip.

"Presumptuous!" Yan Shoubei was furious, drew his sword and pointed at Zhao Yan, "Zhao Yan! Don't be ashamed!"

The deputy envoy was anxious, but due to Yan Shoubei's position, he didn't dare to remind Zhao Yan explicitly.

"If it weren't for the fact that both of you are military officers, I would have charged you with the crime of deceiving your superiors!" Zhao Yan said coldly, his patience was on the verge of breaking out.

"Since this is the case, what is Mr. Zhao still doing in a daze, why don't you send him to execution?" Zhang Dian angrily scolded.

Seeing more and more people watching, almost blocking the way forward, Zhao Yan's forehead twitched, "Come here, send the prisoner to the execution platform."

The deputy envoy immediately stepped forward and hurried to the execution platform with his people.

The prison car moved quickly, but the young man remained silent, allowing his flesh to split and blood to flow.

Zhao Yan stared at the direction in which everyone was leaving, and deep thought flashed across his eyes.

On the execution platform, an old man was sitting upright in the presiding judge's seat, holding a volume of ancient books in his hand, flipping through them.

Everyone knows that this old man is Zhou De, the servant of the Criminal Department of Jindu, the junior of the Minister of the Criminal Department.

The so-called "iron face" is not derogatory, but a compliment.

In front of Zhou De, any lies and cover-ups will be pale, and he will never let go of the slightest flaw, so he is called "the iron-faced gentleman".

Zhou De looks thin, but in fact he is hale and hearty. He is over [-] years old and used to be a majestic general, but because he is old and no longer leads the army, he stays in Jindu for the elderly.

At this moment, he was staring at the prison car with piercing eyes, his eyes were so sharp that they flickered like a knife blade.

Beside him, a young man was standing respectfully with his head bowed.

"Master Zhou, this is the son of the Zhuo family." The young man lowered his voice and reported.

"The old man is going to use these evidences today to clear Zhuo Wang's mansion!" Zhou De closed the ancient book, looked up at the young man in the prison car, "Are you Zhuo Yibai?"

"Yes." Zhuo Yibai's voice was hoarse, as if it had been honed by a stone.

"Can you plead guilty?" Zhou De asked.

"I don't understand what your lord means." Zhuo Yibai asked back, "I haven't done anything wrong, why do I have to plead guilty?"

"Your mother is not Princess Zhuo."

Zhuo Yibai frowned slightly, but did not speak.

"Concubine Zhuo is the wife of King Zhuo, and even the hostess of King Zhuo's mansion. As a Beirong native, why did you pretend to be her son and sneak into King Zhuo's mansion?" Zhou De questioned.

"Master Zhou keeps saying that I am from Beirong, do you have evidence?"

"The envoy of the Northern Rong Dynasty personally identified it, can there be a fake?"

"The identification of the envoys of the Northern Rong may not be true. It is far-fetched for your lord to be so sure." Zhuo Yibai slightly raised his eyes and looked directly at the other party, "I am afraid that whether it is them or you, apart from this empty identification, there is no way to get it." Produce a shred of evidence."

Zhou De slapped the gavel, "Presumptuous!"

The yamen servant in the hall trembled with fear and almost fell to his knees, but the young man in the prison car, dressed in white, remained motionless.

Zhou De squinted his eyes to look at Zhuo Yibai in the prison car.

This young man was too calm and self-sustaining, even giving him a feeling that the mountain collapsed in front of his eyes without changing his color.

"You have a secret, and you have been lurking in the Zhuo Palace for many years. Isn't that enough for the Beirong envoys to personally identify you as secretly contacting them?"

Zhuo Yibai shook his head, "I have never met those two people, let alone have any contact with them."

"Your sophistry is useless!" Yan Shoubei said, "I heard with my own ears that they said that you came to Tianlu with a secret, and that your purpose..." He looked around and saw that everyone was looking at him , only vaguely said, "It's to steal the secrets of the Zhuo Palace."

Everyone was in an uproar and whispering.

"The two of them are the envoys of the nobles of Beirong, how could they slander you, a small and meticulous son?" Zhou De's brows furrowed deeper, "I ask you, who ordered you to come to the Zhuo family to steal secrets?"

"No one instructed me." Zhuo Yibai raised his head, his eyes were clear, "The Beirong envoys lied."

"You're so obsessive and obstinate!" Yan Shoubei said angrily, "Do you think it's useful if you deny it? So many eyes have heard it!"

"I was born in Zhuo's family, and I am very familiar with everything there, even my childhood memories are all clear. I don't know why, two people will appear out of thin air and identify me as Beirong people." Zhuo Yibai calmly typical.Although his face was pale, his eyes were calm, as if he had expected everything, neither sad nor happy.

(End of this chapter)