Chapter 19 Waiting for a Result
Upon hearing that there was physical evidence, the hall fell silent.
"Send it up."
A government official presented the small box in Qiu Heng's hand to Jingtian Fu Yin. After opening it, the soft cloth inside was protected, and it was a jade pendant.
The jade is good, and the carving is even better. It can be seen that it was made by a famous craftsman. Such a jade pendant is not something ordinary people can have.
There are words written on the jade pendant: Chengyun.
"This jade pendant was left behind by someone who bumped into my little daughter's adoptive father. Please tell me the identity of the owner."
Jingtianfu Yin pointed to the jade pendant and asked Han Ziheng: "Does Mr. Han recognize this jade pendant?"
Han Ziheng's expression changed.
People in Beijing pay attention to elegance, and elegant things pay more attention to their origins. Masters of incense ceremony, tea ceremony, calligraphy masters...the best in each profession are not unknown people.
This jade pendant was carved by a famous jade carving master. Even the dignitaries and elegant people in the capital could tell which master made it. The two characters "Chengyun" on the jade pendant are the nicknames he chose for himself.
But just admitting it like this, he couldn't swallow this breath.
Han Ziheng was about to give up his words. Han Wu, the commander in front of the palace, took a step forward to look at the jade pendant. He handed it over in shame: "It is indeed Quanzi's jade pendant."
"Dad!" Han Ziheng couldn't believe it.
Han Wu slapped Han Ziheng in the face: "You bastard, you still haven't explained clearly!"
Han Ziheng was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head under his father's stern gaze: "We were rushing back to the city that day, and we accidentally knocked down a person... But I didn't know that the person was killed."
This flamboyant shirk of responsibility made Qiu Heng look at him deeply.
"Young Master Han jumped on his horse and knocked down someone, why didn't he dismount and take a look? It can be seen that the lives of ordinary people are nothing in your eyes."
"Why are you slandering people, little girl? I have something urgent!" Han Ziheng stared at Qiu Heng, his eyes burning.
A little bitch from the country dared to sue him, making him become the talk of people after dinner. If she turned around, she would definitely die!
"What's urgent, Mr. Han?" Jingtian Fu Yin asked.
"I——" Han Ziheng received the look from Han Wu and had an idea, "I'm not feeling well and I'm in a hurry to return to the city for diagnosis and treatment."
Han Wu secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
With the intervention of the Imperial City Secretary and the son's jade pendant, it is impossible to deny this matter, so we must try to reduce the punishment as much as possible.
According to the laws of Bactria, injuring a person by riding a horse is a crime of injuring or killing a person while traveling by horse. Injuring a passerby due to an emergency such as seeking medical treatment is punishable by a much lighter punishment.
"That's it -" Jingtian Fu Yin muttered.
Qiu Heng felt cold when he saw Jingtian Fuyin's attitude of favoring Han Ziheng.
It would still be like this if the Imperial City Secretary intervened. One can imagine what would happen if she was the only one.
"Sir, my daughter went out with her grandmother on the second day after arriving in Beijing, because Mr. Han galloped his horse and overturned the carriage. It can be seen that Mr. Han's horse riding on the street is a common thing, and it is just an excuse to seek medical treatment when he is not feeling well."
"I just didn't feel well that day. If you say I lied, what evidence do you have?" Han Ziheng sneered.
"Ask a doctor for consultation. Who is the doctor?"
"The doctor in Suiyun County, how do I know his name?"
"Ahem." Jingtian Fuyin said, "Since the two of you insist on different opinions, I will send someone to Suiyun County to verify the evidence and make a judgment at that time. Do you have any opinions?"
Han Ziheng didn't take it seriously: "My lord, just go check it out."
"My little girl has no objection."
Qiu Heng knew very well that the so-called verification at this time was a contest between Xue Quan and Han Wu. If a person is injured by a chariot or a horse, the crime of intentional injury can be reduced by one degree, or the crime of negligent injury can be reduced by one degree, and even a ransom is required.
She wanted to see with her own eyes what the result would be.
After exiting the court, Qiu Heng glanced at Uncle Yongqing who was chasing Han Wu, and got on the carriage that came to pick her up at his residence.
"Miss Six is back."
After hearing the maid's report, the old lady said sternly: "Let her come in." As soon as Qiu Heng entered the door, he heard a shout: "Kneel down!"
The eldest wife, Mrs. Zhao, the second wife, Mrs. Lan, and sisters Qiuxuan are all there.
Qiu Heng knelt down silently.
"You said you went to the street to buy makeup, but you went to the Yamen to sue Han Dianshuai's son? Are you going to kill everyone in the Qiu family?"
Facing the old lady's questioning, the girl spoke calmly: "Han Ziheng has admitted in court that he killed my adoptive father by riding a horse."
"Admit it?" The old lady was stunned.
"Yes. The government will continue to investigate the nature of the case."
"Then you shouldn't go to court without telling your family! Aren't you afraid of making people laugh when you, a noble daughter of an uncle's house, confront others in court? Will you marry in the future? How will others talk about my uncle's house?"
"My granddaughter is not wrong."
The old lady was so angry that she slammed the table: "What did you say?"
"I said I was not wrong. It would be disgraceful to know who killed my adoptive father but to pretend to be ignorant for the sake of a bright future."
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"What about my uncle's house? Have you ever thought about my uncle's house?"
Different from the angry old lady, the girl kneeling on the ground had her back straight, like a pine tree facing the snow, calm and upright: "It was for the sake of the uncle's house that my granddaughter went to report to the official. Everyone knows that my granddaughter came from the countryside to find When you come back, you can’t blame your uncle’s upbringing for what you do.”
The old lady smiled angrily: "You are so considerate."
"My granddaughter only wants a clear conscience."
"Sharp-tongued!" The old lady was furious, "So what if you file a complaint? Mr. Han may receive a lighter or heavier punishment, but he still has a father who holds great power! Do you think it's just you who is the one holding a grudge against Commander Han? ? It’s Yongqing Bofu!”
The old lady became more and more resentful as she talked. She grabbed the tea cup and threw it at Qiu Heng.
Qiu Heng didn't hide and let the teacup hit his arm.
A feeling of pain came, and the sleeves were wet with tea.
A girl's low voice sounded in the room, and for a moment she couldn't tell who made it.
But Qiu Heng didn't say a word.
This pain was nothing to her, and the old lady's anger was even less important.
"Go to the ancestral hall and kneel down to reflect. When will you realize you were wrong? Come out again!"
"Grandma——" Qiu Xuan couldn't help but speak.
The old lady scolded her back with one sentence: "You have no right to speak!"
Qiu Xuan blushed and lowered her head.
"Bring Miss Six down yet!"
As the old lady spoke, two servants came forward and just as they were about to lift Qiu Heng up, Master Qiu San rushed in.
"Heng'er, I heard that you went to report to the government, why didn't you ask dad to accompany you-"
Mr. Qiu San heard about it when he was out shopping. He rode his donkey back home with the bag still hanging on his arm. Because I was running in a hurry, I opened my pocket, and a bunch of small things like rouge, powder, wooden comb, purse... were scattered all over the floor.
One of the black and colorful mud dogs was rolling in front of the old lady, looking at her with a mighty expression.
"What have you bought!"
Master Qiu San focused all his attention on his daughter, and only devoted a little time to deal with the old mother's questions: "This is a mud dog."
He said, picking up the mud dog and blowing hard on the hole in the mud dog's body.
A crisp whistle sounded, shaking the roof tiles.
The old lady's vision turned black, and she pinched her thigh hard before she ran out of breath and fainted.
(End of chapter)