After kicking the scumbag husband, the prince hugged my thigh and begged me to marry him

Ye Jingzhi was severely beaten and then sent directly to the county government.

At the county government office, he reported his name, surname and origin, and also reported the case, but unfortunately the county government ignored him.

"Which uncle's son can go to the mountains to work as an errand? Who are you trying to fool?"

It was not like they had never seen any dandy among the officials in Beijing. None of them were as miserable as Ye Jingzhi. No wonder no one believed him.

Ye Jingzhi was about to cry, but could only start counting the people he knew on his fingers.

"...My little sister is about to marry King Luoning, that is Princess Luoning, and the things I was robbed of are her dowry. If you don't find them back, you will be in big trouble!"

The government officials looked at each other, then looked at him like a fool.

"Returning Princess Luoning's dowry? You are laughing out loud when you say this. Whose young lady's dowry is not kept at home and asks you to transport it down from the mountain?"

"It's more reliable to tell who you are as an illegitimate child. You've made up this lie so well!"

The government officials gave him half a steamed bun and a bowl of cold water, and then ignored him.

However, this case is on record. After all, that area does show signs of being robbed and needs to be reported.

Ye Jingzhi was about to cry but had no tears. She gnawed on her steamed bun and drank cold water. "Can you give me a pen and paper? You can help me send a letter to the capital, and I will ask someone to take me back with money."

What he said was quite reliable, after all, it involved the word "silver".

It's a bit hard to work in the suburbs of Beijing. Even though there is only one city gate, there is a huge difference between the inside and the outside. They also want to get something affordable.

The yamen servant handed him a piece of paper and a pen. The brush was already flying.

Ye Jingzhi thought for a long time. With such a shameful virtue, he could only write a letter home.

After the letter was written, he handed it to the Yamen servant.

The yamen servant was startled when he saw that it said "Uncle Zhongyong personally expresses his gratitude", and this man's small regular script was also decent. Could it be that he was really a poor relative of some mansion?

He simply didn't delay any longer and went out into the city at dawn the next day.

At this time, Ye Qingyou and Ye Mingyuan had also sent people to meet Ye Jingzhi outside the capital. Both of them realized that something was wrong at this time and were quite worried.

But before Uncle Chen could bring his people back, the yamen servant came to deliver a letter.

When Ye Mingyuan saw that word, his eyes suddenly darkened, "He, where is he? Where is Jingzhi?"

The government official's expression froze, "In our county government... No, is he really your son?"

"Take me there, take me there quickly!" Ye Mingyuan was counting on this son now, how could he bear to have something happen to him?

"What happened to him? Why did he go to your county office?" Ye Qingyou was also a little shocked and asked directly. The yamen servant said, "We don't know what happened. We found him in a broken carriage during a patrol in the middle of the night... He said he was robbed by robbers, and he had no money, not even his clothes... So We thought he was talking nonsense."

Ye Mingyuan was about to rush out the door, but came back after hearing this, "What did you say? He was robbed?"

"Yes, he was robbed. Even the documents proving his identity are gone." The yamen servant immediately spoke respectfully.

Ye Mingyuan's legs went weak, "I don't know this person, I don't know him!"

What dirty things has he done in his life? God actually wants to punish him like this? !

That was the dowry that Ye Qingyou was about to use, and he actually lost it all!

The officer's face was full of embarrassment, and anyone could tell that he was speaking out of anger.

"This matter still needs to be investigated in detail. It would be better for you to bring him back."

At this time, the yamen servants did not dare to mention the matter of money. They just prayed to Uncle Zhongying not to use them as a punching bag.

Ye Mingyuan was so angry that his whole body was shaking, because this matter involved not only Ye Jing but also Ye Qingyao.

Why did he give birth to these two rebellious sons and daughters? He wished he could hit him head on and die.

Ye Qingyou ordered the servants to follow the yamen servants, "It's better to bring the eldest brother back first... I'd also like to trouble you to save his life. A little gratitude is not a sign of respect, so don't be too little."

Ye Qingyou glanced at Chuntang, and Chuntang naturally stuffed a heavy bag of money into the yamen's hands.

The yamen servant weighed the weight and said with a surprised look on his face, "Thank you, madam. Thank you very much. I will definitely take good care of the young master and send him back well."

"Serve him well? Let him stay in your prison for a month and then come back!" Ye Mingyuan was so angry that he no longer cared about whether he was his biological son or not.

Now that the dowry was stolen, he didn't know how to explain it to Yuwen Yan.

Moreover, this is a marriage granted by His Majesty, but he has lost his daughter's dowry. If the palace pursues it, it is not certain whether he, the loyal uncle, can keep his title!

The officer's mouth twitched and he simply looked at Ye Qingyou.

Ye Qingyou only felt that things were too bizarre, especially when she thought of Lady Luan. She wondered if the same group of people had attacked Ye Jing?

"It's better to send it back as soon as possible, so I don't have to bother you all the time."

She saw off the yamen servant and was going to see Yuwen Yan.

If it was a coincidence that Mrs. Yue met Lady Luan, then it would definitely not be a coincidence that Ye Jingzhi lost her dowry.

Could it be that the prospective mother-in-law started to attack her? Express dissatisfaction?