"Later, my father was discovered by people in the same village and hired a bullock cart to take him back. When he came back, he was only breathing! After arriving home, my father left his name Wen Pojun and died!"
The hatred in Zhang San's tone grew stronger.
"I buried my father and inquired again and again! Finally, after tying up a Wen Pojun henchman, I learned the truth about that day."
"It was that bastard Wen Pojun who defiled my little sister and beat my father to death. My poor little sister couldn't bear the humiliation and finally threw herself into the canal and committed suicide. No bones were left!"
Zhang San raised his head, "Sir, tell me! Shouldn't such a beast die?!"
The light of hatred in his eyes was heart-stopping.
Yang Qingyuan's face was expressionless, "After the incident, did you report it to the official?!"
Zhang San smiled sadly, "Sir, I don't have any evidence, how can I report it to the official?! Even if I report it, who will arrest the son of General Zuotunwei because of my words?!"
Yang Qingyuan nodded, "I understand, I will investigate this matter in detail."
Zhang San saluted Yang Qingyuan, "Master Yang, I have heard of your name, you are a good officer! I don't ask for a rare death, I just ask that you can find out the truth and return the innocent people who died at the hands of Wen Pojun Woman, justice.”
Although Zhang San is just a hunter, he does have a chivalrous spirit in him every time he slaughters dogs in a righteous manner.
As he spoke, Zhang San knelt on the ground with a bang and kowtowed to Yang Qingyuan three times.
In this era, kneeling can be seen everywhere, but it is also the highest etiquette.
Yang Qingyuan did not stop Zhang San, but turned around and walked out of the interrogation room door, and said to the police officer outside the door, "Watch this person closely and find a doctor to treat his injuries. No one is allowed to visit without a warrant from the officer. Punishment is strictly prohibited!"
Yang Qingyuan had just seen Zhang San's injuries. Jingzhao Mansion had not punished him. How did he get this injury?
Wenjie, the general of Zuotunwei, is so powerful! !
But Dali Temple is not Jingzhao Mansion, and he cannot be allowed to cover the sky with one hand.
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The gate of Wen Mansion is open.
A man wearing a military attache's robe led someone out.
"Hahaha! It turns out that Mr. Di from Dali Temple was rude!"
Although he said it was rude, his attitude did not take Di Zhiyuan to heart.
If Yang Qingyuan comes in person, Wen Jie will certainly give him some face. After all, Jian is in the emperor's heart, is very popular, and is still a candidate for future cabinet ministers.
But a mere Di Zhiyuan was not enough to make Wenjie, a third-grade general of Zuo Tunwei, put down his stature.
Hu Die, who came with Di Zhiyuan, was on full alert.
General Zuo Tunwei was also a Yuan Hua realm warrior, and his aura was not very friendly.
"General Wen is serious!"
Di Zhiyuan was neither humble nor arrogant, and bowed to Wenjie.
"I am here to investigate the death of the young master. According to His Majesty's decree, the case has now been transferred to the jurisdiction of Dali Temple! I am here to summon witnesses on the order of Mr. Yang."
Wen Jie's face turned serious, "What?! Is this case so complicated?!"
"This case has reached the ears of heaven, and it involves you and Li Shilang of the Ministry of War. Naturally, we need to be cautious! Otherwise, no matter who interferes with my Dali Temple and neglects their duties, we will not feel comfortable!"
Di Zhiyuan's words were soft yet strong. He said he couldn't afford to offend the two of them, but he was actually telling Wen Jie that Li Chengguang, the Minister of War, was also watching the case and warned him not to mess around.
Wen Jie snorted coldly, "Isn't the case clear enough?! The hunter named Zhang San has admitted to shooting my son, what else can be investigated!?"
Di Zhiyuan has also been an official for many years, and he comes to situations casually.
"General Wen, this case has alarmed the Holy Emperor. Master Yang must be careful. If something goes wrong and someone from the Metropolitan Procuratorate takes a copy of the ginseng, it will be more than worth the loss! What do you think, General Wen!?"
Wen Jie narrowed his eyes. He didn't expect Di Zhiyuan, a small Dali Temple prime minister, to be so difficult to deal with. In his words, he used the emperor to suppress him.
"Wen Liu, Lai Fu, and Wen Wu, you three, go with Master Di! Remember to tell the adults at Dali Temple exactly how the young master was killed. If something goes wrong, something was missed! Humph!"
Di Zhiyuan's expression remained unmoved, but he understood the meaning of Wen Jie's words.
I can only talk about the death of Wen Pojun. If you dare to say more, you will be killed!
However, these servants didn't know much about other things, otherwise Wen Jie wouldn't have let them go so easily.
"Then thank you General Wen for your cooperation in the investigation! Dali Temple will definitely do its best to investigate the case and bring justice to the young master!"
"Then I'll help you all!"
Wen Jie looked at the people in Dali Temple who were leaving and smiled disdainfully. These servants had just followed Wen Po's army and didn't know much about their previous ridiculous things!
In this case, the Wen family is the absolute victim.
Although Wen Pojun had attempted to kidnap Li Qingning, he had only done half of it. Even if he had completed it, it would have been nothing more than an act of raping a prostitute, and being sentenced to exile was the limit.
But now Wen Pojun is dead! Died at the hands of a hunter!
This is the key to the case!
And according to the previous confession at the Jingzhao Yin Mansion, Zhang San did not kill to save people, but just to kill.
Even when it comes to making trouble in front of His Majesty, he is always polite and reasonable!
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In Dali Temple, Yang Qingyuan was looking at the confession in his hand carefully.
If what Zhang San said is true, Wen Pojun’s death would not be a pity!
But for now, it's just Zhang San's words.
Neither Dali Temple nor Jingzhao Yin Mansion has any evidence to prove this matter.
Therefore, the key to this case is still how to impose the penalty.
While Yang Qingyuan was thinking, a police officer came to report.
"Sir! Someone outside the government office wants to see you!?"
Yang Qingyuan, who was thinking about the case, raised his head and said, "Who wants to see you?"
"Master Yao Yuanzhi, the head of the Ministry of War!"
Yang Qingyuan put down the scroll and said happily: "Yuan Zhi is here! Please come quickly!"
After a while, the police led a man and two women in.
As soon as he entered the door, the man quickly walked up to Yang Qingyuan, bowed down and said, "Student Yao Yuanzhi, pay your respects to Enfu!"
"Hahaha! Yuanzhi! Long time no see! Even more mature!"
Yang Qingyuan raised his hand to support Yao Yuanzhi who wanted to salute.
Although the two of them did not have the title of master and disciple, they were actually master and disciple.
"Two years no see! Enfu is getting younger and younger!"
This person was the scholar Yao Yuanzhi whom Yang Qingyuan met in the Fenglingdu Hotel when he returned from Pingshan County.
After he entered Beijing, Yang Qingyuan personally helped him review the methods of calculation. During this period, he also received guidance from Li Xunhuan and Wang Hua.
The imperial examination held in the 13th year of Yong'an is said to be the most spiritual one in the Yong'an period. The top three in this year were personally guided. Yao Yuanzhi also disobeyed Yang Qingyuan's expectations and ranked 13th among the top two in high school.
When the imperial court arranged official positions, he went to the border to serve as the magistrate of a border county after observing the affairs of the Ministry of War.
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