Listening to Miss Xu's words, Mr. Yan's eyes widened, his heart seemed to jump out of his throat, and his clothes were soaked in cold sweat.
On normal days, he would definitely be very happy. After all, the Yan family is from a scholarly family, and they are by no means ordinary people on the surface. People around them should respect them more.
But now...he is inexplicably afraid.
It was as if the secret hidden deep in my heart had been discovered by others.
"Big..." Mr. Yan's voice trembled, "...you said...what...this is all a trivial matter, and...the Yan family is even less worth mentioning, so the government doesn't need to worry about it."
He hoped that the eldest lady of the Anyi Marquis Mansion would be an inconspicuous ant in front of the Yamen and not pay too much attention to him. The Yamen still had so many things going on, and he was just a small role.
The entire Yan family is just a small role.
"Sir," the official came forward to report, "the servants of the Yan family all had wounds on their necks."
Han Xun nodded: "It's not that simple after all," he said, instructing the officer, "Bring Mr. Yan out for examination."
The officer responded and immediately went forward to drag Mr. Yan.
Mr. Yan saw that the situation was not good, his legs and feet had already become weak, and he could not use any strength, so he deliberately entangled himself with the officials.
"Master Yan," Han Xun couldn't help but said after seeing this, "do you still like to stay in the coffin? Look at what you look like, the ancestors of the Yan family are looking at you."
Mr. Yan's face suddenly turned red, and he subconsciously looked into the coffin. He saw a skeleton not far away staring at him with round eyes. There was a putrid smell coming from his body, and his clothes were soaked by the black water in the coffin.
Soaked in water, with rotten objects and broken bones under his feet, he felt like he was in hell.
Mr. Yan was shocked and turned pale. He immediately stumbled and crawled out of the coffin. Before he could stand still, he felt his shoulders being pressed. Then someone came forward to check.
"Sir, Mr. Yan also has marks of being hit on his neck."
Han Xun nodded: "Master Yan, now you can tell me what exactly the Yan family has lost? If you don't tell me, then I will have to order someone to find out."
Han Xun didn't wait for Mr. Yan to speak, and then ordered the officials: "Interrogate the servants of the Yan family separately and search the items in the coffin..."
"Sir," Mr. Yan opened his eyes wide, "Sir, why is this... our Yan family has done nothing wrong, why are we doing this... we..."
Mr. Yan's words stopped abruptly because he saw something in Han Xun's hand, which was the crested hairpin he held in his hand last night.
Mr. Yan's face turned pale and he almost collapsed there.
"We are not here to dig graves. The great master ordered us to come here."
"Yes, yes, this is the ancestral grave of the Yan family. There is no reason why we should not listen to the eldest master's orders."
"The loss of something has nothing to do with us... Sir, please tell me, what exactly did we lose? Is there someone who is interested in the money?"
"I vaguely heard the elder say that the treasure is covered in dust. Are those people here for the treasure?"
Han Xun said calmly: "Master Yan, is this the treasure you are talking about? It is indeed a treasure, and this treasure has a rancid smell. Was it the master who found it from the coffin? I didn't expect that the Yan family still has a treasure.
There are things like this.”
"No, no," Mr. Yan swallowed, "I...I don't know either."
Han Xun wrapped the crested hairpin in a cloth: "I will ask people to investigate carefully. I will never let innocent people suffer injustice. However, some people cannot escape legal punishment."
"I don't know," Mr. Yan said, "These have nothing to do with the Yan family. Someone deliberately framed them..."
While Mr. Yan was in panic, he heard someone trembling: "What are you doing?
Mr. Yan turned around and saw that Mr. Yan was walking over with help.
Mr. Yan's eyes widened and his face was distorted: "This is the resting place of my ancestors of the Yan family. What are you doing here? Why do you have to carry out the coffin..."
When Mr. Yan said this, his body shook twice and almost fell down.
"Father," Mr. Yan crawled over, "Father, my son saw trouble at home and wanted to move a place for his ancestors, but he didn't expect that a thief came and knocked his son unconscious..."
Mr. Yan turned his eyes when he said this and looked at Han Xun: "Mr. Han, I don't know what is in my grandfather's coffin. Now that my father is here, if Mr. Han has anything to say, please ask my father." Yes,
He knew nothing about Daxia or the late emperor, and he had never seen the crested hairpin.
Old Mrs. Yan looked at his son in surprise.
Mr. Yan's lips trembled: "Father, you are old and in poor health. You stay in bed all day long. Your son is in his prime. Now his second brother is also in prison. The affairs of the Yan family still need to be taken care of by his son...
…
Some things are so long ago that my son naturally doesn’t know about them. My father might as well think about it carefully and answer what Mr. Han Xun said."
Old Mrs. Yan opened his mouth in disbelief. This son, who had always been obedient to him, turned everything on to him in full view of the public.
"Sir." The officer took out something from the coffin.
"This is a ribbon. The emperor wears white jade, the princes wear mountain jade, the great officers wear beryl, and the nobles wear jade." Xu Qinghuan looked at Han Xun, "Master Han, this ribbon looks like it is made of white jade."
OK, if this coffin really belongs to the ancestor of the Yan family, then the identity of the Yan family is really extraordinary."
Mr. Yan's whole body began to tremble. Mr. Yan shrank behind Mr. Yan: "Dad, what is going on? Why is there such a thing in the coffin of our ancestors."
Mr. Yan thought about standing majestically in front of people and saying that he was a noble of Daxia. If there were still royal families in Daxia who wanted to restore the country, he would become a famous minister and assist him. Needless to say, if he succeeded, even if he failed,
He will also be famous throughout the ages and die a heroic death.
But it all happened so fast that he was unprepared.
Old Mrs. Yan finally plucked up the courage: "I... I don't know... maybe the bones are not those of the ancestors of the Yan family. They belong to someone who occupied the magpie's nest. Yes, that must be the case. Our Yan family does not have such precious objects."
After saying this, Mr. Yan fell to the ground tremblingly: "Our Yan family is just a commoner. There will be such a thing there. Please, Mr. Han, be aware of everything and clear the Yan family's name."
Old Mrs. Yan took a few breaths: "This traitor came to dig up the ancestral graves without consulting me... Your Excellency, take him away and question him carefully. As long as there is a need for the Yan family, the Yan family will do their best to cooperate with the government in investigating the case."
"Mr. Yan doesn't even recognize his ancestors?" the girl's voice sounded, "It seems that the descendants of the Yan family in Songjiang Prefecture don't know people like you."
When Mr. Yan heard this, his heart sank completely. They found out all of them. Their secrets could no longer be concealed. If the truth came out, they would all die.
"We are also helpless," Mr. Yan said suddenly, "Mr. Han, someone is forcing us to bring up old matters again. We really can't resist that person's power."