The county magistrate is not as good as the current person in charge, and it is very foolish to constantly conflict with the prison chief or police officer on duty.
Of course, it is not ruled out that people are deliberately looking for trouble.
Mu Yunhan had not gone far when he heard behind him that Mr. Jiang was having another conflict with the guards.
The sound of fists and feet hitting the flesh was muffled and quite relieving.
She couldn't help but turn around and saw Mr. Jiang huddled on the ground with his head in his hands, being beaten by a group of policemen.
She pursed her lips and pretended not to notice.
This must be related.
It is not better to punish him openly. First, let the people below him beat him hard and teach him to behave well. Then it will be much easier to handle.
Mu Yunhan was interrogated by Prime Minister Meng and the Minister of Punishment, one of whom was the chief judge and the other was the deputy judge.
The questions asked were nothing more than routine questions, and Mu Yunhan answered them truthfully.
After answering, an official came out from behind and sneered: "Meng Xiang, I heard that Mu Yunhan is your adopted daughter."
Meng Xiang said calmly: "That's right."
The official said: "No wonder you are so protective of your shortcomings!"
The Minister of Punishment grinned and said nothing.
Mu Yunhan was not convinced.
Why did you say that Meng Xiang was protecting her shortcomings? He was just interrogating her according to normal procedures. Why did he protect her shortcomings?
Could it be that if she had to admit the things she hadn't done, then she wouldn't be able to protect her shortcomings?
Meng Xiang still said calmly: "How can I protect my shortcomings?"
The official was aggressive: "If you interrogate a criminal, firstly, without imposing a sentence, and secondly, without extorting a confession, what will you get out of the trial like this?"
Meng Xiang sneered and said: "I have my own reasons for doing things, I don't need you to lie!"
The official sneered: "Does Meng Xiang not know the so-called principle of avoiding suspicion, or has he forgotten it?"
He coughed and said loudly: "Your Majesty ordered me to interrogate Mu Yunhan! After all, such a big thing has happened, how can you allow you to be so gentle and let it go so gently? I'm afraid the Queen Mother will not agree!"
Mu Yunhan was surprised: "What's wrong with the Queen Mother?"
When Qingfeng and the others came over just now, they didn't mention this matter to her.
The Minister of Punishment said with some embarrassment: "The Queen Mother was poisoned. It is said that she just used the Tremella fuciformis sent by the Medicinal Food Hall."
The official sneered and said: "Not only the Queen Mother, but also the old princess of the Guichang Palace has died! There are also many concubines and palace people including the imperial concubine, all of whom have been poisoned! Meng Xiang continues to show favoritism because he wants to bury the whole family.
Right! Huh?!"
Meng Xiang looked at Mu Yunhan with a deep gaze: "Mu Yunhan..."
The official interrupted him: "Meng Xiang, please give way! If you don't give way, don't blame me for asking for another imperial edict!"
The Minister of Punishment whispered to Prime Minister Meng: "Why don't you go and interrogate the Jiang family..."
Mu Yunhan also realized that it was not appropriate for Prime Minister Meng to interrogate her anymore, so he said in a deep voice: "It can't be true, it can't be true. I haven't done it, so I haven't done it. Prime Minister, please do it yourself."
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Meng Xiang sighed, turned around and walked out.
The official sat down unceremoniously on the main seat, slapped the wooden door with all his might, and said loudly: "Toot! Who are you kneeling down on?"
Mu Yunhan calmly stated again.
A storm of attacks, traps, confessions, and threats came in turn.
He was just short of being sentenced.
Mu Yunhan was a little worried at first, but later became completely comfortable and handled it with ease.
At this moment, she was grateful to Gu Fenglin for not informing her of the relevant news in advance.
Not knowing is not knowing, and it feels more natural and real than being prepared in advance.
At this time, she caught the interrogating official and the Minister of Punishment exchanging quick and secret glances.
Then, the presiding official smashed down a warrant and shouted loudly: "I won't shed tears until I see the coffin! I'm going to be sentenced!" (To be continued)