Mi August stepped through the doorway and saw clearly what was going on inside.
In the high seat of Fu Yin, Du Yuanda was kneeling on the ground, half-dead. On the left stood four people named Yu Hu, and on the right were mainly a middle-aged man sitting on the chair.
This middle-aged man is dressed in brocade clothes and a ceremonial crown, looking very impressive.
Judging from the similarities between him and Wen Qingyu, he was the Mr. Wen Wen Likan that Shen Li mentioned.
The governor was stunned and said, “Give me your name.”
Shen Li took a step forward and said, “This is Miss Mi. Miss Mi is an ordinary person. According to the law, you don’t have to kneel before an official.”
Ordinary people didn’t know about spiritual practice, so Yi Guo referred to otherworldly spiritual practices as “Transcendental Spiritualists”, which is easy to understand.
The governor looked at Mi August with dissatisfaction, and then ordered the Yamen to pour water on Du Yuanda to wake him up.
After the yamen poured the water on him, he took Du Yuanda’s arm and turned him to face Mi August with his eyes open.
“Look carefully, is this person the one who got in the car with Wen Qingyu?”
Du Yuanda, whose eyes were as swollen as walnuts, looked at Mi August, blood was flowing from his mouth, and he murmured with difficulty, “It’s her, it’s her and this kid.”
Fu Yin turned to Mi August and asked, “Mr. Wen accused you of colluding with the Siyefu agents and getting in the car to assassinate his son Wen Qingyu. What do you say?”
Mi August asked Fu Yin, “From what you say, you don’t believe that weird people committed the crime. You think it was a man-made crime.”
The governor slapped the alarm again and scolded: “Now I am asking you a question.”
Shen Li’s brows raised. The governor had been at odds with Si Yefu since he took office. He often mocked them openly and implicitly as actors playing tricks. He didn’t believe in weird things and fairies, and he didn’t even look down on them. .
When he was about to speak, Mi August turned around.
She opened the pages of the book in her hand, there was no displeasure on her face, and her tone was as gentle as ever.
Facing Mr. Wen, he said, “You really don’t know that Wen Qingyu went to steal the public property of Si Ye Mansion?”
Shen Li’s eyes suddenly opened.
Master Wen’s face showed the sadness of losing his son, but he said sarcastically: “Of course I know.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Master Wen’s expression changed drastically.
Fu Yin and everyone else in the hall were also stunned.
Only Shen Li stared intently at the one-meter-tall shadow appearing behind Mi August.
The watercolor face of the porcelain girl holding a heart looks directly at Mr. Wen with a smile that seems to be compassionate and gloating about his misfortune.