He raised his head hatefully, his eyes burning, but he was also staring at Zhou Yan.

"The common people suspect that my father's death was not due to a serious illness, but someone deliberately murdered him! Please make the decision, the prince and your lord, to restore my father's innocence and pay homage to my father's soul!"

Yang Peishan's figure was shaken before he could sit firmly.

If there is really a problem with Zhao Ling's death, then the things involved must not be that simple.

He subconsciously looked at Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan also glanced at him meaningfully at this moment. With just one glance, Yang Peishan felt that his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

He pursed his lips and continued to slap the alarm: "This is a serious matter, and I must investigate it thoroughly! Get people, and immediately seal up the place where Zhao Ling lives for inspection."

Mrs. Zhao never expected that this time there would be so many troubles in the court. She said anxiously: "Sir... Sir, Zhao Ling has been buried for a long time, why do so many things suddenly happen? Jie'er, where did you hear this?

Yes, someone must be coveting the Zhao family's property and deliberately sowing discord. Wherever you have been recently, why are you not back home?"

Zhao Jie ignored her and turned his head aside.

Zhou Yan had already explained before coming here that only by being firm can he redress his father's grievances.

Zhou Yan gave Mrs. Zhao a cold look.

Yang Peishan quickly slapped the wooden door in the hall: "Quiet! No private matters are allowed in the courtroom. Once there is a complaint, I will definitely accept it and investigate it. Zou, I will definitely send someone to investigate the matter you are suing and return it to you.

Justice. Zhao Ling's case involves human lives, so I will pay more attention to it and find out the facts."

Zhou Yan frowned and glanced at the incense burner beside him, his face still gloomy.

Yang Pei'an gritted his teeth: "Of course, in the Zou case, the evidence of Zhao Jing's evil intentions against Lin is conclusive. According to the law, he should be sentenced to fifty canes and one year in prison. Zhao Jing will be taken into custody immediately for execution, and the remaining crimes will be cleared up.

, punished together!”

When Lin Xing heard this, she arched her eyebrows and bowed her body towards Zhou Yan in an obedient manner, and said in her mouth, "Thank you, Mr. Yang."

Master Yang is very afraid of Zhou Yan.

How could Mrs. Zhao be willing to let her son go to jail? She raised her voice and sternly retorted: "No sir, Zhao Jing is now the only son of the Zhao family!"

Yang Pei'an wiped his forehead and answered with a high-sounding voice: "Mrs. Zhao, even if the emperor breaks the law, he is as guilty as the common people. The evidence is conclusive and the law is like this. Please cooperate with Mrs. Zhao."

Mrs. Zhao still wanted to argue, but was interrupted by another scream.

She couldn't breathe and kept coughing.

Lin Xingling's voice was as calm as a spring, but it was aggressive: "The only son of the Zhao family? Then who is my son Zhao Jie? Has Mrs. Zhao forgotten that our eldest son is also a member of the Zhao family? Or, in Mrs. Zhao's heart, even though our eldest son is

There are still people who are just a widow and an orphan, who can be bullied?"

She wiped the corners of her eyes where there were no tears, and the words in her mouth became more and more aggrieved and pitiful.

The plain clothes made her look even more delicate: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty! The second wife of the Zhao family has a vicious mind... She goes too far to deceive others! Zhao Jie and I cannot stay in this Zhao family for another day."

Yang Pei'an looked at this scene helplessly, only to see Lin Xing cry, but suddenly he said with determination: "Being a mother makes you strong. For the sake of Jie'er, I have the courage to ask you, sir, to allow me, the eldest son of the Zhao family, Zhao Ling, to be of the same lineage."

Establish a new family and completely separate from the Zhao family's second wife!"

Zhao Jie was infected by Lin Xing's crying and couldn't help but nodded.

The Zhao family can now be described as a dragon's pond and a tiger's den.

He didn't dare to go back either.

Lin Xing, a woman, worries a lot about him. It seems that this woman is a good person, but when he hears Lin Xing mentioning himself and talking about my son, his eyebrows are still beating wildly.

Forget it, if she doesn’t mention herself in court, who will support her?

After all, her father passed away and her husband died, so she will only rely on herself from now on.

Zhao Jie sighed, he has a heavy responsibility!

Mrs. Zhao, on the other hand, stroked her chest and took a deep breath, almost screaming and scolding: "Dream! Want to separate the family? What do you want to eat, you little bitch!"

The Zhao family relies on Zhao Ling's shops to survive, and the ownership of those shops is still unclear.

If the family is separated, their big house can be eaten up slowly. If the family is separated now...

She disagrees!

She approached Lin Xing, staring at Lin Xing with a pair of vicious eyes, wanting to beat Lin Xing to death.

Seeing this, Ms. Zou stood directly next to Lin Xing and said with a fierce expression, "You wicked woman, how dare you ignore the court and bully my daughter?"

Lin Xingze's eyes were full of tears: "Sir, look at this old Mrs. Zhao... the common woman is too scared. If there is no one around, will she directly harm the common woman?"

Zhou Yan was playing with a string of Buddhist beads. He suddenly put the beads on the table.

Yang Pei'an immediately slapped the gavel and said, "Ms. Wei! I'm here, I won't allow you to go crazy! Someone, please hold Wei Ming."

There were officers and soldiers nearby who came forward and planned to capture Mrs. Zhao.

Mrs. Zhao had never seen such a battle before, and she fainted immediately.

Seeing this, the officers and soldiers retreated.

The hall was quiet.

Zhou Yan looked at Yang Pei'an with a half-smile but not a smile: "Master Yang, today's case doesn't seem to be going well?"

Yang Peian quickly apologized with a smile.

"Your Majesty, please rest assured. I will immediately send someone to help the Zhao family separate the first and second houses. We must protect Zhao Ling's widow Lin and Zhao Ling's son Zhao Jie, and ensure that they get all the property left by Zhao Ling."

Lin Xing quickly thanked her.

Zhao Jie bowed deeply to Zhou Yan.

My father's old friend, the crown prince, was worried about his family's affairs.

Lin Xing raised her eyes and saw Zhou Yan looking at her with interest, as if waiting for her to do something. Her heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly saluted Zhou Yan.

The three cases were going on in parallel. When Yang Pei'an saw that Zhou Yan, the prince's face, finally looked better, he felt relieved and took the photo of the gavel again.

"Quit!"

Mrs. Zhao's maid quickly stepped forward to carry her master out and hurried to the hospital.

Lin Xing and Zhao Jie followed Zhou Yan out, and Yang Pei'an quickly followed them: "Your Majesty, this official is stupid and has many things to do, and his body is extremely weak now, so I want to trouble you to investigate the case on my behalf and restore peace to the soul of my old friend. I don't know, Your Majesty, what do you mean?

How about next?"

Zhou Yan didn't even raise his eyes: "Is this prince very free?"

Yang Peian bowed demurely: "The prince is naturally not idle. It's just a matter of the Zhao family, and only the lower official will come forward. I'm afraid someone will interfere with it and miss the prince's important event. The lower official is incompetent, so I beg the prince to show mercy."

"Mr. Yang is joking, why does this prince have the interest to pity you?"

Zhao Jie on the side saw this and was more anxious than anyone else.

He wished he could immediately agree for Zhou Yan, and was about to speak to persuade Zhou Yan, but Lin Xing tugged his sleeve.

Zhao Jie looked at Lin Xing in confusion, but when he saw that stunning little face, he gave him a blank look.

On the other side, Yang Pei'an plundered a bunch of flattery words from his belly, and even promised to send several teams of his men to Zhou Yan to dispatch at will.

In the end, Zhou Yan made the final decision with a calm tone: "In that case, this prince is being disrespectful."
Chapter completed!