Chapter 32 The injustice is settled
When the two sides were fighting fiercely, suddenly, a dazzling light flashed, and a woman in red appeared in the center of the battlefield. She held a scimitar in her hand, and her body was agile, and she instantly repelled the secret guards.
"Who are you?" Jiang Zhiyu and Deng Ziqiu put away their swords and stood, staring at the woman in red vigilantly.
The woman in red smiled and said, "I am the housekeeper of the Ji Mansion, my name is Dongfang Hongyu. Tonight, I am here to protect you."
Jiang Zhiyu and Deng Ziqiu were stunned for a moment, then they understood: "So you are here to help us."
Dongfang Hongyu nodded: "Ji Mingxiang didn't really want to frame Deng Liwu, he was just forced to do so. I came here today to tell you the truth."
Jiang Zhiyu and Deng Ziqiu looked at Dongfang Hongyu gratefully: "So, can you tell us the truth about Deng Liwu?"
Dongfang Hongyu sighed, "Deng Liwu was indeed wronged. Back then, Deng Liwu and Ji Mingxiang were doing business together, and they had a dispute over interests. In order to cover up his own crime, Ji Mingxiang put the blame on Deng Liwu."
"What about Deng Liwu now..." Jiang Zhiyu asked anxiously.
Dongfang Hongyu shook her head: "I can't guarantee his safety. But you must remember that the truth will eventually come to light."
As soon as he finished speaking, the voice of the Ji Mansion guards came from a distance. Jiang Zhiyu, Deng Ziqiu and Dongfang Hongyu quickly retreated and disappeared into the night.
Back at the Imperial College, Jiang Zhiyu and Deng Ziqiu decided to find Cao Qimo first to learn about the situation on the night of the crime. They split up and searched one place after another, and finally found Cao Qimo in a tavern.
"Cao Qimo, did you really see the argument between Deng Liwu and Ji Mingxiang at that time?" Jiang Zhiyu asked.
Cao Qimo nodded: "I did see it. Deng Liwu just drank a little and didn't kill anyone."
"Then why did he kill people?" Deng Ziqiu asked.
Cao Qimo smiled bitterly and said, "Those are all lies made up by Ji Mingxiang. In order to cover up his own crimes, he did not hesitate to frame Deng Liwu."
"Then what should we do now?" Jiang Zhiyu asked anxiously.
Deng Ziqiu pondered for a moment and said, "We must tell the Minister of Justice the truth as soon as possible so that my father's injustice can be cleared up."
So, Jiang Zhiyu and Deng Ziqiu went to the Ministry of Justice again with the collected evidence.
After listening to their statements, the Minister of Justice's face turned gloomy.
"So that's how it is. Deng Liwu was indeed wrongly accused." The Minister of Justice sighed and immediately issued an order: "Release Deng Liwu immediately, arrest Ji Mingxiang, and put him in death row."
Deng Ziqiu held Jiang Zhiyu's hand tightly and said excitedly: "Junior Sister Jiang, thank you, thank you for helping me find out the truth. Without you, I might never find the evidence, and my father might never be able to clear his name."
Jiang Zhiyu was also very happy and said with a smile: "Brother Deng, this is the result of our joint efforts. I am happy that your father's case has been successfully overturned. Now, you and your son can finally be reunited."
At this time, Deng Liwu had been taken out of the cell by people from the Ministry of Justice.
He looked at his son in front of him, his eyes blurred with tears.
Deng Ziqiu knelt on the ground with a plop, hugged his father tightly, and cried, "Dad, I finally found the evidence. You don't have to suffer injustice anymore."
Deng Liwu looked at his son with tears in his eyes and trembling hands, saying: "Zi Qiu, you have grown up, you have really grown up! I didn't expect that you could help me clear my grievances. You are really my good son."
The father and son hugged each other and cried, and Jiang Zhiyu and Shangguan Zhengming beside them couldn't help but have tears in their eyes.
Witnessed by the Minister of Justice and other officials, Deng Liwu was formally declared not guilty and released.
He looked at Jiang Zhiyu and Shangguan Zhengming with gratitude, and said sincerely: "You two are my benefactors, Deng Liwu. Without you, I may never be able to get out of this cage. I will remember your kindness, and if you need me in the future, I will do my best to help you."
Jiang Zhiyu and Shangguan Zhengming smiled at each other, waved their hands modestly, and said, "Uncle Deng, you are too polite. We have only done our little bit, it's not worth mentioning."
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Today is the month-long holiday, and everyone finally has a chance to break free from the constraints of study and relax.
Back in the dormitory, Xiao Wen went on a tryst with her fiancé Zhang Anjie. Qi Zimo was a foodie and was savoring the freshly bought Chenji cakes with gusto. Jiang Zhiyu leaned against the window as usual, continuing to study the book "Lüshi Chunqiu" that he had not finished learning during the day.
Liu Mengmeng was lying on the bed, holding a storybook and reading quietly. She was so engrossed in it that her eyes became red at the end and she started sobbing intermittently.
Jiang Zhiyu put down the "Lüshi Chunqiu" in his hand, moved his eyes away from the pages and fell on Liu Mengmeng. He couldn't help but asked in confusion: "Mengmeng, what's wrong with you? How can you cry while reading a storybook?"
Liu Mengmeng wiped away her tears, turned the storybook to the page just now, handed it to Jiang Zhiyu, and said, "Zhiyu, look at this. It's said that Tang Bohu and Zhu Yingtai were truly in love with each other. In order to be together, they gave up everything. Oh, Zhiyu, don't you think their love is very touching?"
Jiang Zhiyu took the storybook, turned a page calmly, and frowned, "Love is touching, but in this Imperial College, our primary task is to cultivate ourselves, manage our families, govern the country, and bring peace to the world. We cannot indulge in these romantic relationships, and we cannot neglect our studies."
When Qi Zimo heard this, she put down the cake in her hand and said, "Zhi Yu is right. As female students of the Imperial Academy, we shoulder the responsibility of revitalizing our country. However, it's okay to relax a little during the holidays. Otherwise, immersing yourself in books all day will make you tired."
Liu Mengmeng pulled herself out of her sadness, looked at Jiang Zhiyu and said, "That's right. Zhiyu, why don't you read some too? Some of these storybooks are really interesting, I guarantee you'll love them too."
Jiang Zhiyu smiled helplessly, put down the thick book, walked to Liu Mengmeng's bed, and lay down beside her. "Okay, then I will accompany you to read this storybook. However, we can't let these stories affect our studies."
The three of them sat together, flipping through the storybook page by page, laughing from time to time.
However, Jiang Zhiyu's mind was not completely immersed in this relaxed and happy atmosphere.
She remembered why she came to this strange era and why she became a female disciple in the Huang class.
"Zhi Yu, you seem to be worried about something." Qi Zimo noticed that something was wrong with Jiang Zhiyu and asked with concern.
Jiang Zhiyu took a deep breath and spoke slowly: "Yes, Zimo. I have been wondering why we came to this era. Is it fate? Or is it because we have a mission?"