Chapter 125 - 125 Framing
Transmigrating To Ancient Times With A Kitchen
125 Framing
The truth was already very clear. Wang Fugui had received money and was ordered by others to slander the Jian Food Shop.
Ming Zhiyan was as cold as ice as he said, âWang Fugui, you framed others because of your own selfish interests. You even destroyed other peopleâs goods and injured the shop staff. You are first sentenced to be temporarily imprisoned, and then exiled to the border to join the army.â
Wang Fugui collapsed to the ground.
Joining the army⦠That was the most severe punishment other than the death penalty. Joining the army at the border would not only eat the worst but also wear the worst clothes. If there was a war, they would have to be the first to die. They could not escape either. If they tried to escape, they would be killed immediately.
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Thinking of that scene, Wang Fugui broke out in cold sweat. He cried out in fear, âNo! I donât want to join the army! Sir, please! I didnât do it, I didnât do it on purpose! Please spare my life, sir! I donât want to join the army!â
Jian Qingqing shouted, âWho ordered you to do it?â
Wang Fugui was in a state of panic, and he immediately broke down, he cried out in fear, âItâs Miss Liu! Itâs Miss Liu from the deputy prefectâs family! She came to me three days ago and gave me 100 taels of silver. She told me to poison someone to death in the food shop. She asked me to take advantage of the chaos to kill the owner of the food shop. At that time, I was in debt and agreed to it. I really didnât do it on purpose! Later, I didnât find anyone who could be poisoned to death, so I let my brother take laxatives. Then, I put the skin of a dead rat in the pot. I really didnât do it on purpose! Please spare my life, sir! Miss Liu asked me to do all of this. Itâs none of my business!â
Hearing this, the faces of everyone present turned cold. Jian Qingqing did not expect that just because she had an argument with the prefectâs daughter, she would try to kill her. This ancient era was too dark. People from high-class families never took human lives seriously. In their eyes, killing a person was easier than killing a chicken.
Jian Qingqing shivered coldly.
Ming Zhiyan could see that something was wrong with her expression, but he did not know how to comfort her. He could only say dryly, âItâs alright, Iâm here.â
Wei Wusheng did not avoid it so much and directly patted her head. âLittle One, what are you afraid of? The deputy prefect is not of noble status. If you want to take revenge, Iâll give you a colorless and tasteless medicine. I guarantee that no one will know it was you who did it.â
Ming Zhiyan found his hand an eyesore, he grabbed his wrist and pulled it away from Jian Qingqingâs head. âDonât make any rash moves.â
Wei Wusheng did not expect that this weakling who looked like a skinny and weak little house would actually have such great strength. He forcefully moved his hand away. He used seventy percent of his strength to break free but was actually unable to break free.
Wei Wusheng was furious. Just as he was about to raise his other hand to smash it, it was blocked by Jian Qingqing.
Jian Qingqing adjusted her emotions and pulled out a smile. She said helplessly, âStop fooling around, Iâm fine.â
Wei Wusheng said disdainfully, âTsk, whoâs fooling around with him!â
Even though Ming Zhiyan was also turning his face away and not saying anything, he pulled Jian Qingqing slightly over to his side and kept a distance from Wei Wusheng.
He looked coldly at Wang Fugui and said, âAre you sure that what you said is the truth?â
Wang Fugui hurriedly nodded. âIâm sure! Iâm sure!â
Ming Zhiyan said to the official beside him, âGo and invite Miss Liu over.â
At this moment, Liu Lingâer and Song Yunfeng were sitting at the banquet organized by the local gentry of Shifeng County, listening to their flattery.
This banquet was organized by the local gentry clan in order to welcome Song Yunfengâs arrival, and they had invited the actors to act.
Liu Lingâer was absent-minded as she listened to the praises of the actors on stage. What a bunch of poor people. What a bunch of bumpkins who had not seen the world.
She did not know how Wang Fugui was doing, but it would be best if Jian Qingqing was already dead.