Ji Yunyao was really angry this time, because things did not develop as she imagined. On the contrary, Ji Wanrong became more and more proud.
She seemed to have been greatly wronged, staring at Ji Wanrong with red eyes, cross-eyed.
Ji Wanrong felt Ji Yunyao's gaze, which was like a knife that was going to stab her to death.
Ji Wanrong smiled at her, causing Ji Yunyao to clench her fists tighter.
Jing Zhaoyin looked at the jade pendant tightly held in her hand. She originally planned to say that Ji Yunyao didn't knock, and she didn't hear it. She could just expose the matter lightly, and there was no need to try the case in a big way. After all, the drum was being played at that time. , and there were not so many people watching.
But Ji Yunyao also had a hard temper, and she really wanted Ji Wanrong to die at this moment.
She looked at Ji Wanrong's calm face, and her brain was working rapidly: If she was tortured brutally, it would definitely attract more people to watch and attract more attention.
By the time His Majesty knows about this, Ji Wanrong will really not be able to escape.
And if it is admitted that she did not complain, she will not need to be punished, but not many people know about this matter, so they cannot make this matter a big deal.
When she thought of this, Ji Yunyao already had the answer in her heart, and her eyes suddenly became generous.
To the people outside, he looked like a hero who sacrificed his life for righteousness.
And what Ji Yunyao said was so impassioned that it really aroused everyone's awe: "People! My blood is worthless, your lives are Beili's future!"
"Today, I will use my blood to obtain justice for you! It also lets us know that in this land of Beili, even if the king of heaven commits a crime, he cannot escape the punishment of the law!"
"People! Yun Yao, I have nothing else to ask for. I just hope that you can join me and ask Jing Zhaoyin to punish the culprit of the disappearance case. If we can really bring justice to the people, Yun Yao will die! He deserves to die!"
Ji Yunyao said, slowly getting up from the ground, and then turned to look at the people at the door.
When the people heard this, they looked at her thin body and said such passionate words.
In order to uphold justice for them, a weak woman was not even afraid of being punished, so they all had tears in their eyes.
"Don't worry, girl. I will spread the news right away and make it known to the whole world. Tell Jing Zhaoyin not to show favoritism!" A strong man in the crowd said while wiping his tears, and ran out to deliver the news again.
"Bodhisattva! The Bodhisattva has appeared! Please give us justice! My son! My son died tragically. The murderer must be punished!"
Mr. Bao, who came after hearing the news, happened to hear Ji Yunyao's words, and tears burst out of his eyes. He knelt on the ground and wailed, unable to stand up for a long time.
"I want to see people when I'm alive, and I want to see the corpse when I die. I want to know where my daughter is. She is still pregnant. If someone wants to use my daughter's life for fun, even if it is my old lady who puts her life on the line, I will have to fight with her. That person will die together!"
Family members of the victims came one after another and knelt at the door of Jingzhao Mansion, crying.
There were more and more people watching at the door, especially Mrs. Li who was spreading the news that the family members of the previous victims knelt down in large groups at the door of Jingzhao Mansion, even causing congestion on the road.
The disappearance case was brought up again, Ji Yunyao was beaten and punished, and Ji Wanrong was identified as the murderer, which exploded in the capital in an instant.
Ji Yunyao listened to the words in her ears and suddenly felt that her body had become majestic. She was no longer afraid of being tortured, and turned her head to glare at Ji Wanrong.
Ji Wanrong listened to the wailing outside the house and remembered the bloody scratches he saw in Mo Junfeng's carriage and the bloody light all over the room.
The victim's family members were outside, and it was unknown whose parents or children left the blood... Her original joyful mood also dissipated a lot at this moment.
His chest was filled with sadness, and Ji Wanrong wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes.
Just when Ji Yunyao thought Ji Wanrong was afraid of crying, Ji Wanrong's voice sounded again.
"After so much talk, you haven't been punished yet. If you are punished and this matter makes such a big fuss, His Majesty will know about it. At that time, Jing Zhaoyin will not be able to show favoritism anymore, but it will be as you wish. "
"Come on!" Ji Yunyao trembled all over, with a deathly look in his eyes, "Let's see what else you have to say then!"
At this point, Jing Zhaoyin was helpless. He held his forehead and shook his head. Then with a wave of his hand, the yamen servant brought up two long wooden boards.
There are many ways to be tortured in Jingzhao Mansion, such as the rolling nail bed, the tiger bench, and the cane punishment is already the lightest. Jingzhao Yin chose this specially for the sake of the queen.
The wooden board was very long, as thick as three fingers of an adult. When the government servant approached Ji Yunyao with the wooden board, Ji Yunyao could clearly see that it was still stained with blood.
She trembled all over.
"Get down!"
As soon as Mr. Li's words came out, the two government servants dragged Ji Yunyao to the ground. Ji Yunyao's face turned pale in an instant.
The process of waiting for pain was painful. It was clear that only a short time had passed, but Ji Yunyao felt as if ten thousand years had passed, which made her want to vomit out of fear.
She has tender skin and tender flesh, and has been pampered since childhood. When has she ever suffered like this?
She really wanted to open her mouth and say forget it, but she didn't play the drums. The matter was already very noisy anyway, but she listened to the noise of the people outside.
It seemed that he was calling her a living bodhisattva, and he seemed to be scolding Ji Wanrong as a murderer who killed without blinking an eye.
She has said so many words, but now she is riding a tiger and cannot escape anymore.
As Ji Yunyao thought about it, she felt a sudden dull pain in her lower body, followed by the sound of wooden boards hitting blood and bones, causing her brain to buzz and become completely blank.
The bones looked like they were about to be crushed.
"Bang——" There was a second loud noise.
Beads of sweat rolled down Ji Yunyao's forehead, veins popped out at her temples, and she felt that her lower body suddenly lost consciousness.
Jing Zhaoyin obviously asked the executioner to release the water for Ji Yunyao, but no matter how he released the water, the pain was excruciating, and Ji Yunyao felt like he was about to lose his mind.
Ji Yunyao wanted to cry, but she didn't even have the strength to cry. She raised her head with hatred, staring at the side of Ji Wanrong's face with blurred eyes. The hatred in her eyes seemed to eat Ji Wanrong alive.
"Murderer! Murderer! Ji Wanrong, you must pay with your blood!"
As Ji Yunyao screamed, the people outside were heartbroken, and the families of the victims almost shed tears of blood.
"Murderer! Blood debt must be paid with blood! Murderer! Blood debt must be paid with blood!"
In this way, with Ji Yunyao's efforts, the disappearance case in the capital five years ago was brought back to the public's attention, and even the emperor knew about it.
Others, no matter how much they want to cover it up, can't.
