Chapter 772: 622 is really dead; there’s no counting the amount of support behind Ying Zijin [1 more update]
Ling Zhonglou had t Wen Fengmian once during his visit to Shanghai City.
At that ti, Wen Fengmian left a very deep impression on him.
Wen Fengmian’s manner of speaking and behaving did not at all resemble soone who had grown up in a poor village.
Later, news ca that Wen Fengmian was a once-prodigy of the Ji Family, having handled quite a few experints.
Possibly a patron of the Judicial Hall?
Even Ling Zhonglou found his thoughts hard to follow.
“Mr. Ling,” Wen Fengmian nodded, “long ti no see.”
It took Ling Zhonglou a while to respond, “Mr. Wen is… a patron of the Judicial Hall?”
Wen Fengmian slightly smiled, “I was lucky enough to pass the assessnt.”
Ling Zhonglou was taken aback, reminded of the incident where Ling Dongqing had tried to harm him.
Wen Fengmian was a patron of the Supervision Departnt; why would they send soone to arrest him at the Lin Family?
Ling Zhonglou suddenly realized.
No wonder.
The Judicial Hall is just, and even if he knew Wen Fengmian, in the face of evidence, there could be no favoritism.
Ying Zijin was Wen Fengmian’s daughter, and even she had chosen to co to the Judicial Hall herself.
Ying Zijin stepped forward, “Dad.”
“Yaoyao, you’ve almost beco a regular here,” Wen Fengmian said half amused, half helpless, “What for this ti?”
“Oh, murder.”
“…”
Their tone was familiar, with not a trace of strangeness.
Especially that earth-shattering “Dad.”
The corridor was silent.
Xie Nian’s expression froze instantly, and the smile at the corner of her mouth gradually disappeared.
She had always thought that Ying Zijin was just a practitioner of Ancient dicine, with no one behind her but the Ancient dical field.
How could a patron of the Judicial Hall appear out of nowhere?
And to be Ying Zijin’s father?
What a joke!
She didn’t even have one.
Thinking back on what she had said earlier, Xie Nian’s face felt painfully hot.
In her overwhelming sha and anger, she wished she could turn and leave.
“Well, I see why you’re not afraid to co to the Judicial Hall; you have people!” Patriarch Fan, after getting over his shock, sneered, “Surely the Judicial Hall wouldn’t abandon its principles and abuse its power for personal gain, would it?”
His voice was loud, drawing the other three departnt heads over.
The Chief Judge also arrived, and upon seeing Ling Zhonglou again, was startled, “Why are you here again?”
Ling Zhonglou replied, “Murder.”
“…”
The Chief Judge showed no expression and seed disinclined to deal further with Ling Zhonglou, greeting Wen Fengmian instead, “Sleeping Brother.”
Ying Zijin held her head.
She truly couldn’t bear to look directly at her father’s codena.
“The Judicial Hall must, of course, be fair,” Wen Fengmian said indifferently, “please bring soone to examine the corpse first, then gather evidence.”
“Correct,” the Chief Judge nodded, “Did everyone see Miss Ying kill Miss Fan?”
“We saw it!”
“Nonsense, Zijin didn’t even touch the hem of her clothes!”
Two voices spoke at once.
The forr was from Patriarch Fan, the latter from Ling Zhonglou.
The Chief Judge frowned, “Bring soone.”
The Judicial Hall had specialists for examining bodies.
An Ancient dicine practitioner hurried over, carrying a dical kit.
Patriarch Fan was reluctant to let the Ancient dicine practitioner through, his fright masking his tough exterior, “The person is already dead; isn’t that evidence enough?”
“We need to determine the cause of death,” the Chief Judge said coldly, “please do not obstruct the Judicial Hall’s case.”
Clenching his fists, Patriarch Fan had no choice but to step back, praying that nothing would be found.
Five minutes later, the Ancient dicine practitioner finished the examination.
The Chief Judge inquired, “How is it?”
“These three Golden Needles were inserted last night,” the Ancient dicine practitioner stood up respectfully, “but they didn’t penetrate deeply until shortly before, when they were finally thrust into the blood vessels.”
“However, it wasn’t from external forces, but internally, aning, Miss here deliberately used her Inner Strength to draw the three Golden Needles into her body.”
“And her ti of death was not when the needles were inserted, but ten minutes after,” the Ancient dicine practitioner shook his head in regret, “It’s a pity. If Miss Ying had removed these three Golden Needles, this lady could have lived, but now…”
He shook his head, “Even Foo Xi, the Ancestor, couldn’t save her now.”
Upon hearing this, Patriarch Fan’s complexion changed drastically, blurting out, “You’re talking nonsense, it’s all lies! She’s just feigning death! What do you an beyond saving?”
“Feigning death?” the Chief Judge’s face darkened, “So, the Fan Family is admitting to deliberately framing soone?”
Only then did Patriarch Fan realize he had carelessly spoken the truth.
His face turned ashen.
Wen Fengmian asked casually, “What is the cri for intentional false accusation?”
“It’s judged according to the severity of the false accusation,” the Chief Judge said coolly, “If your false accusation had succeeded, the accused would have faced capital punishnt; with such serious circumstances, you must be detained!”
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