Tian's wife is fierce

Chapter 383 Can This Kind of Witness Count? (one more)
Chapter 383

"Father, she killed her husband, how could you just let her go?" Seeing the situation, Mrs. Han Juren realized that her father was going to handle it with care, and immediately roared.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Where's the evidence?!" Fu Yin was also very upset, after all, this is the daughter born to his sweetheart!
"Isn't that purse evidence? Isn't he a witness? It proves that they left the house that night!" Mrs. Han Juren pointed at Lu Erlou.

"No, he has a deadly feud with my family, so this kind of witness can count?" Yu Jiaoruan was surprised.

Mrs. Han Juren gritted her teeth and looked at Yu Jiaoruan: "He just proved that you left the house that night!"

"His family lives at the west end of the village, and my family lives at the east end of the village. The two families are separated by a mountain village. How could they see me leaving the house at night?" Yu Jiaoruan was even more incredulous.

Mrs. Han Juren frowned, staring at Yu Jiaoruan.

"If you really want to avenge your husband, you're targeting the wrong enemy, but you're letting the real enemy go back to the mountain! Are you taking revenge?" Yu Jiaoruan asked aggressively.

Han Juren's wife said unwillingly: "He can't be regarded as a witness, what about the embroiderer with a purse?!"

Fu Yin simply asked the embroiderer who embroidered the purse to be brought over for questioning.

Yu Jiaoruan's eyes widened: "I don't need a purse at all!"

"You don't need it if you say you don't need it?! I don't believe it!" Mrs. Han Juren choked up and roared.

Hurriedly, the county magistrate and "Xiu Niang" were brought together. Apart from "Xiu Niang", her family members were also brought here.

The county magistrate made such a big move, and the people in the county watched it and were curious, so they rode horses or drove ox carts to Shanao Village to watch.

"This is really strange!"

"That's right, shouldn't the case be dealt with in the hall of the county government office? Why did the prefect and county magistrate rush to Shanao Village instead?"

"Isn't there anything unusual these days?"

"When the case is over, I'll ask my relative again. He works as a clerk in the case, so he probably knows something!"

"..."

Outside the gate of Yan’s house in Shan’ao Village, there was a crowd of people. Those who couldn’t see the situation climbed to the roof not far away to have a look. If they couldn’t hear the sound, it was all right. Turn around and chat with the person who heard the sound in front, wouldn’t you know?

The house in Shanao Village was crushed by these people, but their enthusiasm for climbing on the roof to watch was still unabated.

"Why is this wall so high?!"

Two people stacked on top of each other, the one who was trampled complained.

With such a stack of arhats, the people above can lie on the wall to watch the fun!

After a while, the outside of Yan's courtyard wall was "painted" like a "painted" human wall, and the outside of the courtyard wall surrounding the front yard were all those two people stacked on top of each other.

"Xiu Niang" knelt in front of Fu Yin, trembling non-stop.

Fu Yin asked: "This purse, but you embroidered it?"

"Xiu Niang" picked up the purse in horror and looked, stammeringly nodded: "Yes..."

"Then someone asked you to embroider the word 'Jiao Ruan' on this purse?" Fu Yin was asking.

"Embroiderer" shrank her body and nodded with guilt, pointed to a woman casually, and said loudly: "It's her, she asked me to embroider."

And the one pointed at by "Xiu Niang" was none other than Han Juren's wife.

Mrs. Han Juren was dumbfounded, pointing to the tip of her own nose: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Embroidering lady" said loudly: "This is where the lady asked the women to embroider."

"Look up and see if I'm Yu Jiaoruan!" Mrs. Han Juren gritted her teeth.

"Xiu Niang" looked up shyly, and was dumbfounded when she saw Mrs. Han Juren: "No, they said that Yu Jiaoruan is about sixteen or seventeen years old, she...is too old."

Mrs. Han Juren fell on her back in anger, her face swelled like a pig's liver.

(End of this chapter)