At that time in Xihu, if the third princess had not rescued her in time, even if she was not crushed to death by the heavy shackles, she might end up like this man.
"Both parents are dead, only one sister."
Lowering her eyes to hide the sadness and anger in her eyes, Gu Qiancheng heard Qin Jiyan calling her name and immediately stepped forward, "Your Highness." He bowed his hands and saluted.
General Fengsi hurriedly winked at the soldier, who hurriedly moved a wooden chair and placed the suspect on it.
She was once a goddess of justice who had a clear distinction between love and hate and was well-known in the legal community, but now...
"Yes," Qin Jiyan didn't ask the reason, and didn't even raise his eyelids.
Gu Qiancheng asked angrily, asking one sentence and writing one line. The generals felt bored at first, but after Gu Qiancheng asked a series of questions, they realized that Gu Qiancheng's questions seemed simple, but everyone's questions were related. , once you lie about a question, you have to come back to it one by one later, otherwise you will hear that something is wrong.
"Is there any contact?"
"No, Li Zheng... can't help us if he has money from my uncle, second uncle, and third uncle."
You don't need to ask to know that Gu Qiancheng asked for paper and pen to write a confession. Xiaobing glanced at General Fengsi, and only went down to get what Gu Qiancheng wanted after receiving General Fengsi's consent.
"Do you have any good friends in the village?"
"Ask," Qin Jiyan always talks little in front of others.
"On the day of the accident, why did you and your sister go into the city? Where did you come out? How did you meet the deceased?"
After Gu Qiancheng went around asking about Wang Cheng, he started to find out the whole story of the case.
"No, after my parents died, my eldest uncle and uncle took over the family property and stopped having any contact with them."
"Have you ever asked for help, and the village leader has not interfered?"
Don't blame Gu Qiancheng for being timid, it's really...
She asked Qin Jiyan to move a chair for the suspect, not to win anyone's favor, but out of humanitarianism, and... she insisted on judicial justice in her heart!
"Girl, here comes the pen and ink." Xiaobing interrupted Gu Qiancheng's thoughts. Gu Qiancheng secretly took a breath, nodded to the other party, studied the ink himself, picked up the pen and asked: "What's your name and where are you from?"
"We, brother and sister, make a living by selling firewood and digging wild vegetables."
The military generals who had seen the suspect's miserable state showed no expressions, and Qin Jiyan did not show any emotion at all. On the contrary, Gu Qiancheng's eyelids twitched, as if he was surprised.
"Master An did not dismount. I was surrounded by those people and beaten. When I saw a whip coming towards my sister, I reached out to grab it and pulled it hard..." Wang Cheng's tears fell even more fiercely when he thought of the situation at that time. "I really didn't kill anyone. I just grabbed Master An's whip and pulled Master An off the horse. Then I heard them say that Master An was dead."
Gu Qiancheng's questions were always gentle, and Wang Cheng gradually let down his guard. Under Gu Qiancheng's guidance, Wang Cheng recalled the situation at that time and restored what happened at that time.
"There were six people, all riding horses. I can't remember exactly how many people dismounted, but it should have been four or five. I was a little confused at the time, so I can't remember clearly." Wang Cheng shook his head in annoyance. After shaking his head, Gu Qiancheng did not ask further questions and asked, "When did Master An get off his horse and have a physical conflict with you?"
Without the support of her father, brother and grandfather in the political and military circles, she could only do her meager efforts and do what she could and should do within her ability.
"Ah?" After hearing this, Wang Cheng began to count in detail, but found that the more he counted, the more confused he became. "Seven sentences or eight sentences?"
As soon as the two of us walked out of Wenyuan Street, we met Mr. An, who was galloping on the street. There were several scoundrels behind him. My sister and I were startled and hurriedly hid aside to make way for Mr. An and the others.
The lieutenants were just here to join in the fun. Qin Jiyan had no intention of making friends with them. Naturally, they would not risk arousing the old emperor's suspicion by taking the initiative to talk to Qin Jiyan. After the prisoner was brought in, the lieutenants backed away. Leave the scene to Qin Jiyan.
"Thank you, sir." The suspect said, but his voice was cold and frightening. It was obvious that he had no good impression of the official, but Gu Qiancheng didn't care.
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"Yes, the Erhu family in the same village and the little Hua Niang take good care of us brothers and sisters."
"The weather was very good that day. My sister and I sold out the firewood early and had sixty copper coins in our hands. My sister always wanted to eat Chen Ji's meat buns. I happened to have money on hand, so I took my sister to buy them.
Before pen and paper were brought, Gu Qiancheng did not rush to ask questions, but stepped forward to look at the suspect carefully. As he got closer, Gu Qiancheng realized that the suspect was not kneeling on the ground, but standing on the ground. The suspect's legs had long been disabled and were twisted together in a strange posture.
"I have an uncle, two uncles, and an aunt who married far away."
Gu Qiancheng considered herself not a soft-hearted person, but she felt very uncomfortable at this moment. Even though she knew the situation was wrong, she still asked for mercy, "Your Highness, can you give him a chair?"
"Yes, Your Highness." Gu Qiancheng bowed his head and stepped back, asking the soldier next to him to bring a table and chairs, as well as pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
At this time, the generals realized that this little girl Gu Qiancheng was the person in charge today.
Master An originally passed by me, but there was a loser next to him. He pointed at my sister and told Master An that my sister was very beautiful. Master An came back after hearing this. "
Thinking of what happened that day, Wang Cheng's eyes kept weeping, "Master An pointed the riding crop at my sister and asked her to raise her head. I blocked my sister behind him, so he whipped me, and then asked me to raise my head. I got out of here and I refused, so Master An whipped me again and asked the thugs around him to pull me away and take my sister away, so I started fighting with them."
"Which of Master An's words made you the most angry?" Gu Qiancheng's next question didn't look like he was asking the prisoner, but like he was deliberately making things difficult for him. After hearing this, Wang Cheng refused to answer, or said he couldn't answer, and raised his head. Looking at Feng Yuqian and others, he wanted to ask Feng Yuqian for help...
"I understand," Gu Qiancheng nodded. Just when everyone thought she had finished asking, she continued to ask, "How many words did you say to Master An at that time?"
“What do you do for a living?”
"Who's at home?"
Come to think of it, how could His Highness the King of Qin personally interrogate a prisoner? That would be too disrespectful.
She knew that there would be severe punishment in prison, but she did not expect that it would be so cruel. For a moment, she was filled with unspeakable anger and a trace of imperceptible fear.
"How many followers did Master An have at that time? They were all riding horses? How many people got off their horses to fight with you?" Gu Qiancheng was very patient and asked in detail.
"Wang Cheng, from Dakou Village, Sanxi Town."
"A relative in the clan?"
The lieutenants knew very well that the reason why they appeared here was because General Feng didn't want anyone to think that he had any private dealings with His Highness King Qin, so he called them together.
The prisoner had been raised in the army for several months. He barely looked like a human being, except for the marks left by the branding iron on his face, his twisted fingers, and his gouged eyes, which were irreparable.
“In the village…”