A faint smile appeared at the corner of Feng Danyuan's mouth.
With the help of him and the government, Wei Zhuang's crime of murder was nailed down. No matter how she tried to play tricks, she would never have the chance.
"Okay." Feng Danyuan looked at Wei Zi. The little woman smiled informally and had a serious look, which was quite interesting.
Mrs. Wei Zhuang's lips turned white, and she immediately said: "My eldest prince, I am wronged! You cannot condemn me just because of such a blue color!"
Feng Danyuan sneered: "Whether you are guilty or not is not a matter for me to say. This is a matter for the government."
Wei Zhuang's whole body began to tremble: "The eldest prince——"
Feng Danyuan said again: "Oh, by the way, you want to drown my child. I saw this with my own eyes. I will also submit a copy of the petition to Mr. Liu, the governor, hoping that he will give me justice."
He was able to kill people with a borrowed knife in a fair and just manner, and he also saved the old men in the court from scolding him all day long. This trick worked very well!
Mrs. Wei Zhuang collapsed on the ground. If she still had some luck with Wang Fu's incident, she would never be able to solve the incident of drowning Feng Danyuan's child...
But why - why would Feng Danyuan help Wei Zi?
Mrs. Wei Zhuang looked at Wei Zi blankly, and even more in disbelief when she took out the yellow pear wood box.
Wei Zi opened the box, took out four booklets from it, and handed it to Mr. Wei: "The second thing is, let's talk about my mother's dowry. This is the list of dowry kept at my mother's place. It has the handprints of the Wei family and the Jiang family.
There is also the official seal of Qingbo County Magistrate, please check whether it is authentic or not."
Mr. Wei's expression changed. He didn't want to answer but had to.
As I flipped through the pages, my fingertips felt a little cold.
The flowers of the Wei family used to be decorated with brocades, and the fire was cooking with oil. A large part of them came from the things in the four volumes of dowry.
Now that all these treasures and money have been used up, and they no longer have the qualifications to be an imperial merchant, the Wei family has become an empty shell.
It was Wei Zhuang's idea to use Wei Zi's mother's dowry and forge the dowry book, but he was the one who took away these things.
If only Wei Zi came today, he could send him away.
But standing next to Wei Zi is the powerful Feng Danyuan. He can't fool this royal...
Mr. Wei's fingertips were trembling.
Feng Danyuan saw this, glanced at Wei Zi, whose back was straight, and said softly: "Master Wei, can't you tell whether this thing is true or not? In this case, I will edit a copy of the book and ask the Qingbo County Magistrate to come and review it.
Come on, tell the authenticity?"
Master Wei did not expect that Wei Zi's mother's dowry would have the official seal of the Qingbo County magistrate on it.
"No...it's not necessary."
Feng Danyuan raised an eyebrow: "No need? Then is this dowry list real?"
"Yes..." Mr. Wei looked at the Wei Zhuang family. Between ruining his family and losing his life, he had to choose the former.
Feng Danyuan laughed: "This is great, it saves everyone's time."
Then he said to Wei Zi: "Check carefully when you take things. Don't foolishly feed your own things to the white-eyed wolf again."
Feng Danyuan's voice was quite deep, and when he spoke to Wei Zi so seriously, his voice sounded inexplicably - doting on everyone's ears.
However, Wei Zi didn't hear it and just nodded and said to Mr. Wei: "The third thing, since the Wei family has long disowned me as their daughter, let me write it clearly in black and white today: I, Wei Zi, will be with Wei Zi from now on."
There is no longer any connection between the family. Mr. Wei, you shouldn’t have any objections, right?"
At this moment, Master Wei's mind was filled with the four dowry brochures and Feng Danyuan's threats. He could not think deeply about what Wei Zi said, so he just nodded numbly.
Song's mother handed over two pieces of paper, Wei Zi signed, bit her fingers and pressed her fingerprints.
Feng Danyuan's eyes followed her fingerprints and landed on her retracted hand, and a strange thought came to his mind: Does she hurt?
