Daughter Reborn as the Head of the Family

Chapter 21 Court

The City Patrol Division guards the security of the capital and manages all matters in the capital.

If the case is serious, it will be reported to Dali Temple for interrogation.

The carriage drove slowly down the street, which was bustling with people. Even after she left, Song Jinxi had not returned home.

Qiu Yun watched the lady's carriage go further and further down the street.

The servants in front of the Duke's Mansion also returned to their respective positions.

Seeing that no one noticed her, she held up her skirt and went to General Zhang's mansion!

When Song Guogong returned to his study, he couldn't calm down no matter what. He called the steward to prepare the horses, changed into a pair of breezy dark clothes and hurried out the door.

Shen felt refreshed and went to the City Patrol Department. There was physical evidence. How could that little bitch escape? Mr. Du was famously selfless in the capital.

He is also the most disdainful person to cling to the powerful!

Mr. Du did not imprison Miss Song Er after all.

Instead, he was immediately interrogated in court.

Qin Wan stood guard in front of the black iron door of the City Patrol Division, holding onto the doorframe with one hand and clenching it into a fist with the other, her eyes never leaving Miss Song for a moment.

The dark-black gavel rose up against the crime, and Mr. Du ordered all the officials in the patrol department to retreat, leaving only the master to register the case.

The iron box brought from the Song Dynasty Duke's Mansion was placed in the hall.

"Second Miss Song, just sit down and answer."

Just as she was about to kneel down, Master Du's deep and deep voice came from the hall.

Song Jinyue nodded slightly and then slowly sat down on the black lacquered wooden chair beside her.

The master of the City Patrol Department, wearing a short gray cloth robe, was sitting at his desk, holding a pen in his hand, bowing to Lord Du, and then he lowered his head and started writing on the paper laid out.

Mr. Du asked again what he had asked in the Duke's Mansion.

Song Jinyue answered one by one.

The master wrote quickly with his pen, and the neat fonts fell on the paper line by line, just like ink paintings drawn one after another.

"Second Miss Song, do you know who buried this thing in your courtyard?"

This was the time to ask her if she had any suspicions.

Song Jinyue looked at Mr. Du, lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment, looking like he was hesitating to speak and seemed a little embarrassed. Mr. Du was very happy.

"Second Miss Song, do you know that harboring is equivalent to being an accomplice?" Mr. Du said with a hint of intimidation on his face.

In her previous life, she had seen such tragic scenes as palace coups, and now Song Jinyue could easily handle the harsh words and serious expressions of Mr. Du.

"Master Du, how many years do you think this thing has been buried in our courtyard?"

She did not answer Mr. Du, but instead asked him a question.

This situation had been laid out before, but I didn't expect that Shen would hold such a grudge against her that she would ask Mr. Du from the City Patrol Department to investigate the matter.

Therefore, she needs to guide Mr. Du to jump into her trap step by step, instead of walking into Mr. Du's trap herself.

Lord Du frowned, but did not answer.

From the traces of rust falling off, it looks like it took seven or eight years, but he was not a liar, and he did not dare to say what he was thinking rashly.

"I looked at that thing and it looked like it had been buried in the ground for eight years."

Mr. Du stroked his beard, lowered his eyes and listened. When he saw her stop, he motioned for her to continue.

The master beside him kept his head down and writing quickly without stopping for a moment.

"That peach tree has only been planted for eight years. I guess it must have been buried when it was first planted."

Song Jinyue deliberately covered up the fact that she buried half of the concentric key.

After all, she was in a hurry when she asked Song Jinxi to help her bury it, and only wrapped it with a handkerchief that she had with her.

"It was my eldest sister who planted the peach tree with me..."

Suddenly a flash of light flashed in Mr. Du's eyes. It's really interesting. It seems that the two ladies of the Song family are involved in this.

"Are you doubting your eldest sister?" Mr. Du blurted out what was on his mind.

Song Jinyue pretended to be panicked, shook her head hurriedly, and waved her hand, "Master Du, I didn't say that."

She hated Song Jinxi.

But she would never let Song Jinxi lose her life so easily.

She wanted to torture her bit by bit until she died!

"Second Miss Song, when this thing appears in your courtyard, you are the biggest suspect." Mr. Du raised his hand and pointed to the physical evidence in the hall.

Song Jinyue raised her embroidered eyebrows slightly, raised the corners of her lips, and revealed a sarcastic smile, "Everything must have a cause and effect. Here are the birth dates of my deceased mother and aunt, and they are both blood relatives who love me. I do these

What’s the point?”

Mr. Du also knows that this is the truth.

But this bright thing was dug up in her courtyard, so there must be a culprit in this case.

"But this thing was dug up in your yard, and it was a coincidence. How could it be such a coincidence?"

Mr. Du looked at the rusty iron box and cursed in his heart, Miss Song came back just yesterday and ordered people to dig up the peach trees as soon as she came back.

This thing was dug out.

How could there be such a coincidence in this world?

"Miss Song Er, if you can't clear yourself from suspicion today, then you will have no choice but to make Miss Song live in the cell of our city patrol department for two days."

Mr. Du raised his hand and pointed at the screen behind him. The black lacquered wooden door was carved with a ferocious tiger's mouth. The look of it made one's body tingle.

Lord Du did not mean to intimidate Miss Song Er. His intuition told him that Miss Song Er must know the key to this, but she was unwilling to say it.

But since this matter has been brought before him, there must be an explanation.

"I wonder how Mr. Du knew what happened in the back house of the Duke's mansion today?" Song Jinyue raised her lips without any hint of timidity in her eyes.

One sentence really woke up Mr. Du.

Before going to the Duke's Mansion, Mr. Du was having tea with his friends in a teahouse. He saw a large group of officials from the City Patrol Department walking on the street. He was suspicious and chased them out to take a look.

The men of the City Patrol Department had already arrived at the gate of the Duke's Mansion. He went up to inquire, and then he heard that someone had reported something against the Duke's Mansion.

He was worried that the Duke's Mansion had hidden things, so he didn't think much about it and waited for people to enter the Duke's Mansion.

At this time, Miss Song Er's words woke him up.

The whistleblower is probably involved with the real culprit behind the scenes.

"Someone is coming!"

In shock, Mr. Du raised his voice and shouted outside the hall.

"Sir." A burly official heard the voice and came closer.

"Bring the person who reported anything against the government to the Duke!"

The man scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

"explain!"

"I didn't see anyone, but there was a letter tied with a stone and thrown at the gate of the City Patrol Department." The officer described what happened.

Because the capital city has been at peace for many years, the city patrol department has been criticized as a place where people only care about having fun with their salary. The brothers are worried that they have no place to vent their anger.

By chance, someone came to deliver the letter.

They didn't think much about it, they were like fighting cocks, not caring about the Duke's palace, they just wanted to prove their usefulness.

So when I was talking to the Lord in front of the Duke's Mansion, I stopped talking and only talked about important things.

Mr. Du frowned and wanted to throw the gavel in his hand at the burly official, scolding: "Get back!"

At the end, he secretly cursed "trash".

(End of chapter)