Ning Dao Covered with Snow

Chapter 83 Confession
Yan Ciwan smiled slightly: "It's not just a guess, I have witnesses and physical evidence."

He sneered at Yuanzhi and said with disdain: "Then show me the evidence. I want to see how you can pin a trumped-up crime on me."

Yan Ciwan took out a sweat towel, shook it gently, and unfolded it.

"Just now, the inner guards found a locked wooden box in Qianshan Tower. I asked Xiao Liulang to help open the wooden box. In addition to gold and silver, there was only this handkerchief in the wooden box."

Everyone's eyes were on the sweat towel.

Most men in Daye have the habit of carrying a hand towel when going out, and there is nothing special about it.

But the difference was that the sweat towel in Yan Ciwan's hand was stained with blood.

The bloodstain must have been there for a long time, and the color had turned into a dark brown.

Chao Yuanzhi continued to sneer: "You don't want to say that this handkerchief is mine? Then you are wrong. I have a certain number of handkerchiefs, and each one is kept safe. Once you check this matter, you will know that the handkerchief in your hand cannot be mine!"

"Of course I know this handkerchief is not yours, because it belongs to your son Chaoyue."

When Yan Ciwan said this, his gaze passed Chao Yuanzhi and fell on Chao Yue, who had remained silent the whole time.

Everyone present turned their heads at once and looked at Chao Yue.

Facing so many suspicious looks, Chao Yue was not panicked at all. He raised the corner of his mouth and asked with a smile: "Really? Why don't I remember having such a sweat towel?"

Chao Yuanzhi followed up and said, "Ning Ci, you need evidence to speak. What makes you say that this handkerchief belongs to my son?"

This is a wrinkled white sweat towel with no embroidery or words on it, and no directional markings, so it is difficult to tell who its owner is.

"This sweat towel should be the weapon used to kill the victim. The murderer covered the victim's face with it, and then covered the victim's mouth and nose with it, like this..."

Yan Ciwan was about to demonstrate on the spot as she spoke. She looked around trying to find something that could replace the victim.

At this time, a soft pillow was handed over.

"Use this." Xiao Wang said.

Yan Ciwan thanked him and then covered the soft pillow with the towel.

She stretched out her hands and pressed down on the soft pillow, pushing down hard.

"At this time, the victim had been tortured to the point of being on the verge of death, but she still struggled desperately. She didn't want to die. During the struggle, she rubbed the blood on her hands onto the sweat towel."

As she spoke, the soft pillow was deformed.

Everyone seemed to see a scene of a woman being suffocated to death. Some soft-hearted people felt uncomfortable watching it and turned their heads away reluctantly.

"After the victim was suffocated, the murderer let her go, but half of his palm print was left on the sweat towel."

Yan Ciwan withdrew his hand and pointed to the place where he had just pressed. There was indeed a small brown bloodstain there.

She picked up the towel and placed it close to the candlelight.

The texture of the sweat towel was very thin and light, and the candlelight shone through it, revealing the vague outline of the palm print.

Yan Ciwan said: "Now we just need to let Chao Yue press the palm print, and compare the two, and we will know whether this palm print is his or not."

Si Buping immediately gave an order and asked someone to bring ink and rice paper.

The inner guard tried to grab Chao Yue's hand, but was blocked by him.

"Don't bother you, I'll do it myself." Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Chao Yue dipped both hands in red ink and pressed them on the rice paper.

The inner guard picked up the rice paper, compared it with the half palm print on the sweat towel, and finally came to a conclusion.

"The two palm prints are basically the same."

Chao Yuanzhi's uneasy premonition became a reality at this moment. He hurriedly explained: "It was only half a palm print, and the palm print was not very clear. We cannot be sure that the handkerchief was my son's. You can't convict him for this. Maybe this is a frame-up, just like the murderer framed Ning Ci, he may also frame my Ah Yue."

Yan Ciwan ignored Chao Yuanzhi. She looked straight at Chao Yue and spoke slowly.

"This hand towel was found in Qi Ming's residence. I believe you should know clearly why Qi Ming kept it. Qi Ming doesn't trust you at all. He has been guarding against you. He may even push you out as a scapegoat when necessary."

Compared to Chao Yuanzhi's panic, Chao Yue, the person involved, felt relaxed as if it had nothing to do with him. He casually pulled out a clean towel from his sleeve, wiped the ink off his palm, and asked casually.

"Are you trying to sow discord?"

"I'm giving you one last chance. If you don't tell the truth now, when Qi Ming wakes up, he will put all the blame on you."

Chao Yue casually threw the dirty towel to the ground and sneered, "In that case, I have to thank you."

Chao Yuanzhi grabbed his arm with such force that it seemed as if he wanted to break his arm.

"Ayue, tell them quickly that you didn't kill anyone! You were framed! You couldn't possibly do such a stupid thing!"

Chao Yue still smiled: "I killed someone."

Chao Yuanzhi was stunned.

There was deathly silence in the banquet hall.

Chao Yue seemed unaware of how frightened his father was, and continued speaking to himself.

"Qi Ming believed in the recipe of taking Yin to replenish Yang and wanted to use a clean girl to treat his illness, but he couldn't leave her alive, so I helped him."

Chao Yuanzhi suddenly stretched out his hand as if waking up from a dream, and covered Chao Yue's mouth tightly to prevent him from speaking any more.

Even if his son really killed someone, he couldn't confess in front of so many people.

As long as he doesn't plead guilty, he still has a way to deal with it.

Si Buping ordered his men to pull Chao Yuanzhi away and cover his mouth.

So Chao Yuanzhi could only stare with wide eyes and watch his son continue to confess his crimes.

"The hand towel in Ning Ci's hand should be the one I used when I killed the first person. I was so nervous and dizzy at the time that I didn't notice that the hand towel was missing. When I remembered to look for it afterwards, I couldn't find it. I guessed that it must have been secretly taken away by Qi Ming, but he didn't admit it, and I couldn't do anything about it. After that, every time he committed a crime, he would call me over to help clean up the mess, and I couldn't refuse because the hand towel was in his hand and he had a hold on me. I had to do what he said."

Chao Yue's tone was very relaxed and casual, and it could be seen from his indifferent expression that he still didn't think he had done anything wrong.

When he was being shackled, he was even smiling and seemed to be in a good mood.

Everyone present who saw this scene thought Chao Yue was sick.

Si Buping asked someone to let Chao Yuanzhi go. Chao Yuanzhi's legs and feet became weak and his whole body was shaky, as if he was about to faint at any time.

At this moment, there were only two big words in his mind -

Finished!

(End of this chapter)