The next day, Xia Chu was interrogated by Dali Temple. Kong Changhui was asked in court if there was any evidence to prove that he burned the body
Dali Temple Minister Kong Changhui adjourned the trial for three days to collect evidence due to insufficient evidence.
At the same time, rumors spread in the streets that someone was maliciously instigating to frame Zhongliang, intending to arouse public outrage and alienate the monarch and his ministers.
In Chang'an City, the corpse-burning case has become a hot topic. From the princes and ministers to the traffickers and lackeys, everyone is discussing whether the young prince of Xiahou Mansion has been framed by others, or is he really heartless.
In the backyard of Mingxiang Garden, Kong Changhui frowned and said to Bingwen: "You spread these rumors, right? Can you do something practical and help me find some evidence to clear away his suspicion? As long as it can prove that the young master is innocent Sin, there is no need for these empty rumors."
Bingwen wiped away the tea froth calmly: "Just wait, the evidence should be delivered to your door within three days."
"What evidence can prove the young master's innocence?" Kong Changhui glanced at Xie Jiming beside him.
Both of them looked a little stunned. At that time in early summer, they said they had requested an order to return to the mountain.
But the mountain did not allow anyone else to enter. They had also asked Lan Yuying to testify for him, but Xia Chu strongly opposed it and did not let the matter implicate Lan Yuying.
They were scratching their heads and scratching their heads in anxiety. At this time, Bingwen said that evidence had been delivered to their door, and they couldn't help but be secretly anxious, hoping that he could reveal something in advance.
"When did I say it was evidence to prove his innocence?" Bingwen took a sip of tea.
However, these words made both Xie Jiming and Kong Changhui confused. The two blinked at each other twice with their big eyes facing each other. Xie Jiming couldn't help but scolded: "What do you mean? Is it possible that we still have solid evidence that he burned the body?" ?”
Bingwen nodded, put down the tea cup and looked up at the two of them: "Exactly."
Kong Changhui reached out and touched his forehead: "Are you mentally ill?"
Bingwen stood up and opened his hand: "If you came to me just for this matter, I can only tell you to wait. Now there is no evidence to prove that it is not the young master, and there is no evidence to prove that it must be him. Don't say that the young master is curious. I’m also curious about what they can use to accuse me.”
When Kong Changhui saw that he was about to turn around after speaking, he quickly put his hand on his shoulder: "What if there is no evidence in these three days? I will have to close the case. How can I make a final decision in the final three trials?"
Bingwen looked back and smiled: "Don't worry, if no one comes to deliver evidence in the end, I guarantee that you can successfully close the case."
Kong Changhui accepted the promise, then let go of his hand, looked at his leaving figure, and moved closer to Xie Jiming: "What kind of medicine do you think Bingwen is selling in this gourd?"
"If I knew, would I still be standing here with you?" Xie Ji understood him, and then asked: "Didn't you go to the prison to ask the young master privately?"
Kong Changhui coughed lightly: "I went there, so I just asked."
Jie Jiming raised his eyebrows: "I wonder if he set the fire?"
Kong Changhui said 'ouch': "How dare I doubt the young master? I asked him what he was doing during that time."
Jie Jiming nodded slightly: "Then what?"
Kong Changhui flattened his lips: "He sneered at me and asked me, what can he do?"
Kong Changhui took Xie Jiming's arm and complained: "I was so frightened that I quit after pleading guilty. Do you think the young master is dissatisfied with me? How could I still ask him such a question? I How can you doubt the young master?"
Xie Jiming listened to him howling there all the time, but he didn't shed a single tear. The corners of his mouth twitched, and he turned around and walked away with a flick of his sleeves...
Kong Changhui looked at Xie Jiming's back and put away his aggrieved look, but his forehead really hurt when he held it up. What's the matter...
I thought that if he took over the case, Mr. Hou and Bingwen would send him the evidence without stopping, and he would just make a summary of the case.
Who would have thought that there would be no movement at all in the Hou Mansion.
Bingwen was not interested in serious matters either. He wanted to collect evidence and help Xia Chu clear his grievances, but he had no idea where to start.
Kong Changhui touched the official hat on his head. This was his first case after entering Dali Temple. After all, it was connected with Xia Chu. Since Bingwen was so determined, he could only wait in peace...
In fact, Kong Changhui thought wrong.
Bingwen's real heart was more panicked than him.
At least Kong Changhui was convinced that Xia Chu was wronged, but Bingwen believed that he was indeed the one who set the fire.
When Xia Chushang was still under house arrest in Ci'an Palace, Bingwen received the news that morning. When he heard that it was Han Yang's Zhao family barracks, he felt cold in his heart.
He knew best whether Xia Chu had returned to the mountain during that time.
The two of them drank together all night for the farewell drink that night when Xia Chu went to Han Yang. He couldn't bear to forget it.
In addition, early this morning, Xiao Mubai came to look for him. Before he could be shocked about how His Highness Prince Mo had returned to the capital, he explained many things. In the subsequent conversation with him, Bingwen became more and more convinced. This matter really has something to do with Xia Chu.
Therefore, it was really not easy for Bingwen to pretend to be so calm and calm just now.
However, there is one thing: what he just said was true.
He was as curious as Xia Chu, what kind of evidence the other party would produce after such a big battle...
At the same time, Xiao Zimu, who was also worried about Xia Chu, knelt in Yaohua Palace and begged Concubine Lian to let Prime Minister Ju help Xia Chu outside.
Concubine Lian was angry that he ignored the overall situation and scolded him to get up.
Xiao Zimu couldn't hold on, and his eyes were full of pleading.
"Don't you have a clear idea of your current situation? Can our Ju family be moved at this time? Do you think your grandpa, now the prime minister, is doing a safe job?" Concubine Lian pointed at him with an angry tone.
"I know. But I can't see him putting himself in danger and doing nothing..." Xiao Zimu knelt forward and took Concubine Lian's hand to plead.
"There hasn't been any movement in the Hou Mansion so far, so there's no need for you to worry about it. Since the Emperor sent him to Dali Temple, he still has a preference for him. The Marquis can stay in the Hou Mansion peacefully, which is for him. Don't worry about your safety. Didn't you say that he has never done this? Then why are you so restless!" Concubine Lian shook off his hand.
She couldn't understand how her son, who had always dealt with things calmly, met Xia Chu and became a completely different person, completely lost in thought and sanity...
Xiao Zimu also knew that he couldn't move at this time, shouldn't move, let alone try to persuade his mother and concubine to persuade his grandfather to take action.
However, there is no way.
His heart was too panicked, too confused, and too scared.
He was already overwhelmed by the signed signature...
(End of chapter)