Has the princess petted her husband today?

Chapter 440 The death penalty can be avoided

"Let go of me! Let me go! You slandered me! I didn't!"

Yuan Huiyuan yelled at the top of his lungs, his posture wished he could yell out his own throat!

His face was full of resentment and despair. He knew that once he admitted it, or even if he refused to admit it, the matter would be settled. As long as His Majesty spoke, he would have no way to escape.

So now that he is about to die, he still has to be stubborn, but he is not reconciled.

The minister of Dali Temple looked at Yuan Xiaoming's face, slapped the gavel, and roared angrily: "Yuan Huiyuan! Shut up! Who will allow you to rant in court! Gag him!"

"Yes!"

The yamen servants immediately covered Yuan Huiyuan's hands, and they didn't know how often this group of people washed their hands. Anyway, one hand covered his mouth and stuffed it under his nose, making him want to roll his eyes.

This time I didn't have the energy to cry anymore, I just felt sick.

Yuan Xiaoming took the paper and looked at it. She was not very familiar with the handwriting on it, but she could tell it belonged to Yuan Huiyuan, because his handwriting... could only be said to be ugly and full of personality.

It's really unforgettable, not to mention his own signature and handprint, which cannot be forged at all.

Looking at the above plan, Yuan Xiaoming was also laughed angrily, she snorted coldly, and casually threw the paper to Su Ling who was standing beside her, "Go, show it to Dali Siqing, how should such a beast be judged?" !"

As soon as the final word was reached, Yuan Xiaoming directly sentenced Yuan Huiyuan for saying this.

Yuan Huiyuan stared wide-eyed, and suddenly lost all brilliance, and his body was drained of strength in an instant, and he fell down limply.

The yamen servant reached out his hand in time and grabbed him, preventing him from lying on the ground.

The Minister of Dali Temple stretched out his hand to take it, and King Fu, who had been pretending to be dead, suddenly said, "Your Majesty, the evil son has committed many evils. It is an unforgivable crime, but please forgive him for his sake!"

This time she didn't use her clumsy acting skills, she didn't cry loudly anymore, she just looked at Yuan Xiaoming with tears in her eyes, and spoke sincerely.

This can arouse people's sympathy even more, but Yuan Xiaoming and Yuan Liyue have one thing in common. They are still willing to give opportunities to people who are not bad in nature, such as Chuchen and Jiang Rouran, but people like Fu Wang Someone like Yuan Huiyuan will definitely not be exposed lightly.

The minister of Dali Temple read the written documents again, and he also clicked his tongue. This Mr. Yuan is so courageous, and his thoughts are surprisingly vicious. The most terrifying thing is not to kill people directly, but to gossip. Standing up, even being forced to death.

If this plan really succeeds, it is estimated that His Royal Highness will not be able to sit here now.

She raised her head, saw that King Fu, who was kneeling in the hall, was in trouble, then turned her head to look at Yuan Xiaoming, "Your Majesty... If according to the law, Yuan Huiyuan's behavior of framing others like this should be put in prison, To execute the punishment with a cane, but the victim is the son-in-law, the crime is even more serious, I... I really don't know how to deal with it."

Yuan Xiaoming knew she was in trouble, so she stood up by herself, "Well, since Dali Temple Minister doesn't know how to judge, then I will come."

"Yuan Huiyuan."

She called Yuan Huiyuan's name in a cold voice, and the latter looked up at her in panic.

"You commit the following crimes, intending to destroy the name of the son-in-law, and wanting to attack the eldest princess several times, it is an unforgivable crime! But for the sake of King Fu, I can spare your life, but the death penalty is inevitable, and the living crime cannot be escaped. "

(End of this chapter)