Except for Jia Lian and Shan Ziye, everyone else in the lobby of Shuntian Mansion was trembling in their hearts.
Half of them were surprised by Mr. Jia's calm and ruthless nature, and half of them were surprised that this was a huge and shocking case involving Prince Zhongshun.
Everyone feels that they are too shallow.
It turns out that everyone has always lacked a correct understanding of Mr. Jia.
I hope it’s not too late to get to know this “cruel person” clearly now.
Everyone in the Shuntian Mansion Yamen has known Mr. Jia Lianjia for two or three years.
He has held the title of "Tongzhi" in this yamen for almost two years, but among the entire yamen, except for the yamen guard who watches the gate, who may see him once in two or three months, no one else has seen this Jiamen very much.
Your Excellency.
Dian Mao? Just kidding.
Mr. Jia, this colleague, is just a false title obtained through donations, just to have a political status and facilitate mixing in circles.
How ugly would it be to not have a title if you go out to do errands or make introductions at banquets?
Buy an official hat and wear it for fun, it will sound good when you are alive, and you will look good when you are dead.
I don’t expect to live on this salary, and I will inherit the title of Duke of Rongguo in the future. Who always comes to the Yamen when they have nothing to do? What should I do if I’m tired?
Later, I don’t know what happened, but Mr. Jia suddenly changed his temper. Not only did he come to the Yamen every day, but Hu Laba became more positive.
But even so, the image of Mr. Jia that everyone in the yamen saw was still a gentle and elegant nobleman. Not to mention yelling, slamming the table and smashing the bench, he never even stared and gritted his teeth.
He is always so slow and unhurried when it comes to clearing roads across mountains and building bridges over rivers.
It seems that there is nothing in this world that can make Mr. Jia furious.
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"Wen Tunshui, he has no future. This loser is just lucky."
This is the private evaluation of many government officials towards Mr. Jia.
Everyone thinks that adults who can bang the table loudly every day, yell at this, scold that, and even use knives and guns, and smash things with sticks, are those who have the courage, ability, and ability.
Only a great person with "character" is worthy of admiration.
Anyway, the government servants who look after the gates and the handymen who clean the toilets have always believed that if they were lucky enough to be an "adult", they would have to curse people every day, lead a group of people on the streets every day, beat and smash them, and show off their power.
Refreshing is called happiness.
Because of this, although these people were respectful to Mr. Jia on the surface, they looked down on him inwardly.
But today, looking at Shan Ziye who was kneeling and wailing until his voice disappeared, and Mr. Jia who was still leisurely and unhurried, everyone in the yamen couldn't help but feel creepy.
Everyone secretly swore in their hearts: In this life, they will never offend Mr. Jia even a little bit.
Everyone finally got to know each other.
It turns out that a real "ruthless person" looks like this.
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And the case of a Qing Dynasty who knew how to build gardens colluded with the Jia family slaves to embezzle the Mo master's property. In the end, it also involved Prince Zhongshun Shui Zhen, the most trusted prince of the current emperor. This also gave everyone a lot of insight.
Who doesn’t know that Prince Zhongshun is the only younger brother of the current emperor?
Who doesn’t know that the person whom the current emperor trusts the most is this younger brother?
Who doesn’t know that before the current Supreme Emperor’s throne, Prince Zhongshun was the biggest bettor in speculation about the next emperor?
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Everyone stretched out their ears to listen, but heard Mr. Jia's unhurried voice:
"This matter is of great importance, so we will retreat to the second hall for a secret trial.
Tie Tongniu, the head of the police squad, took your apprentice Lang Xiaotian, and you two carried Bi Shaogong to the second hall with the rack attached. Yan Lun, the secretary, was responsible for recording, and Mao Tai, the head of the police squad, was responsible for patrolling back and forth outside the second hall. If the results of today's interrogation are leaked at all, the four of you are the only ones to ask."
Having said that, Mr. Jia had already stood up and left his seat, heading towards the second hall first.
Only Shan Ziye and Bi Shaogong were left, tearing their necks and crying for their lives:
"Put me down first... Oh... Why are you still carrying me... Oh, please kill me, please..."
Jia Lian sneered in his heart:
You are such a valuable thing, how could I be willing to let you die?
The stage has been set up, and I'm just waiting for your confession to start singing.
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"Little Hammer" Lang Xiaotian and his master Tietouer struggled to carry the shelf to the second hall.
Looking at Shan Ziye who was still kneeling on the shelf, who was in terrible pain but didn't dare to struggle, "Little Hammer" couldn't stand it anymore. He frowned and whispered to Tietouer:
"Master, are you really ruthless with this move?"
Tietouer clicked his tongue:
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I guess this is what the storyteller calls 'conquering the enemy without fighting'.
Oh, what a pity, I just keep sleeping, I don’t hit people directly for pleasure, no!”
"Little Hammer" couldn't help but nodded after hearing this:
"Master is absolutely right! It's better to hit people.
No matter how many pairs of mouths we slap or how many spanks we hit, they all count. We feel at ease when we are there, and the prisoner feels at ease when we are next to him.
How is it like this? He knelt and knelt but could not die. He was slowly wasting away. Does he have a head or no head? We are worried when we look at it, and the prisoner is also worried when he is kneeling."
When Shan Ziye heard this, he felt as if he had met a close friend and was so moved that he burst into tears:
"Young businessman...you are so kind...you will be a prince for generations..."
As a result, almost as soon as the wooden frame was placed on the ground of the second hall, Shan Ziye was hit by a pair of "little hammers" with extremely loud mouths.
"It belongs to your grandparents and little mother!
Who are you calling a male monkey? Your entire family has been a male monkey for generations!
You're such an unlucky thing, you really don't know how to pity you! You deserve to be punished by Mr. Jia!
Let me tell you, if you dare not tell the truth today, even if you make it to this court alive, my master and I will have to deal with you in prison. Anyway, we will give you a good beating today!"
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Everyone in the yamen wants to know what "strange news" came out in the second hall, but people who have been in the yamen for many years know that the more serious the case, the more difficult the interrogation will be.
Mr. Song tried the case of a burglar in the capital a few years ago for more than ten days in a row, from morning to night every day. In the end, let alone the thief, even the government officials couldn't stand it any longer.
But this time, to the surprise of everyone in the yamen, just over half an hour later, Shan Ziye, who was soaked with cold sweat, was lifted down from the second hall, and replaced by Wan Fang, the pawnshop manager Ye Qiming and
Brother "Big Trumpet" Wan Xiaowen comes up.
A little more than half an hour later, Mao Touer shouted "Retreat" from the second hall.
So fast?
The key is, with such a big case, is the trial over? Or does it have to be continued later?
Everyone in the yamen was very curious. Some went to the prison to ask Tietouer's master and apprentice, and some secretly followed Maotouer to trick him, but of course they found nothing.
So everyone turned their last hope to the secretary, Yan Lun.
But this clerk, who was known as "Little Scholar", was being forced by Master Jia to write a confession in the back hall of Shuntian Mansion. Everyone was so anxious that their necks stretched out and their eyes widened.
Finally, Mr. Jia finally came out of the Yamen with the confession, and everyone swarmed to the signing room. They gathered around Yan Lun, the secretary, who drank more than half a pot of herbal tea in one breath, and wanted to ask something.
As a result, Yan Lun, who kept his mouth shut, only made a gesture of killing the chicken and wiping his neck, which disappointed everyone.
However, the yamen officer responsible for guarding the gate suddenly slapped his head:
"Oh! Have you noticed something strange? When Mr. Jia rode out of the Yamen today, why was he wearing official uniform?"
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Almost at the same moment, everyone felt a little complacent:
I guessed it! Mr. Jia must have gone to Prince Zhongshun’s Mansion!