"I do have a way. Sang Yingqiu replied, now is not the time to think about how powerful this woman is Ding, nothing is more important than saving Sang Jiazhi.

"I just need your consent. Sang Yingqiu said that he glanced at all the people in the Sang family with his eyes, and finally fell on the Ding family, it was precisely because the Ding family was smart that she could let her do that thing.

"Just say it quickly, as long as you can save Jiazhi, you can do anything. "Sang Yingqiu's eldest brother has no idea, so he can only keep urging.

Sang Yingqiu said what he thought. Her eldest brother and Cheng were silent for a long time.

"You just want me to die, I'm your mother, aren't you afraid of retribution?" Cheng was the first to speak. Her eldest brother was also a little embarrassed: "Little sister, does it have to be like this? Is there really no other way?"

"No need to negotiate, I'll go. Ding interrupted the two. She and Sang Yingqiu are both smart people, even if she knows that she is calculated, she has to jump into this pit for the sake of her son.

The two talked a lot alone, and Sang Yingqiu finally asked, "Have you thought about it?"

"You don't have to test again, that's my own son, and I can't go back. Ding didn't want to say more to her, the people of the Sang family have always been so selfish, and she knew what to expect.

Early the next morning, Bai Tao went to the street early for a walk, and when she came back, she was very excited: "Miss, the people of the Sang family beat drums in front of the yamen and shouted grievances, that Ding has been knocking for a long time, it seems that she will not leave if she can't see the prefect." “

Still came to this point, Shen Yunyou put down the things in his hand and went to see the excitement with his spirit and white peach.

Ding's face is sallow, her hair is messy, her whole person is very shriveled, but her strength is not small. The sound of the drums drew a lot of people.

It didn't take long for someone from the prefect to bring her in.

"Miss, what is she going to do? The evidence is conclusive, what's the use of her making a fuss like this?" Bai Tao really didn't understand, there was no room for argument in that matter, why did the Ding family refuse to give up.

"She's not making trouble, she's saving Sang Jiazhi. Shen Yunyou didn't know where she was looking, and her eyes were a little sloppy: "But it depends on whether she has that ability?"

Inside the government. Xie He is interrogating Ding's family.

She was unusually calm and explained her intention: "My lord, the grass people beat the drum because they have grievances. “

"What's the grievance?" The case between the Lin family and the Sang family was decided by Xie Hezheng himself, he is a person who knows right from wrong, although what the Sang family does is not tolerated, but since the Ding family said that there are grievances. He was going to hear it anyway.

"It's Lin Yichun's case. Ding said: "The grass people think that the matter of the Lin family is a misjudgment by you. “

What she didn't expect was this. Xie Hezheng didn't get angry, but raised his eyebrows and asked, "Where did I misjudge?" “

"Lin Yichun's body was indeed found near my home. Her jewelry is also present in my house, but this alone can conclude that she was killed by my son?" Ding said the words that Sang Yingqiu had taught him.

Afraid that Xie Hezheng would drive him out as a troublemaker, Ding Shi said: "If you want to say that the Lord judged that Lin Yichun's death was related to the Sang family, I don't feel wronged, but you can't impose the guilt on my son." “

"According to you, Lin Yichun's death was the hand of the Sang family, but it was not the hand of Sang Jiazhi?" Xie He was fiddling with the things on the desk, as if thinking: "Then according to you, how can you find out the murderer?"

"My lord, you don't have to look for it, the grass people confess. Ding suddenly knelt down: "Lin Yichun was killed by my own hands, and I ask the adults to convict him." “

Sang Yingqiu's method was to pick out a person from the Sang family to take the blame. After all, Lin Yichun's death is inseparable from the Sang family no matter what, if you want to save Sang Jiazhi, you have to send someone to die.

If the convicted person repents halfway, not only will his efforts be in vain, but the only chance to save Sang Jiazhi will also disappear completely.

To say that Sang Yingqiu calculated her, it was because they both knew that no one in the Sang family would be willing to die for Sang Jiazhi except for the Ding family.

In order to ensure that nothing goes wrong, she can only be sent to death.

"You mean. Did you kill Lin Yichun?" Xie Hezheng didn't seem to be surprised at all, and didn't even look at Ding's expression at this time, just kept fiddling with the pile of paper in front of him, a little absent-minded.

"What did you do to kill her, and why did you come to confess your guilt now?" Xie Hezheng asked after finishing the paper.

Ding replied: "I had no intention of killing her, but I had a conflict with her that day, and if I didn't resist, I am afraid that I would have died." “

"I thought that this matter would be buried, everyone just thought that Lin Yichun couldn't stand the gossip and ran away, who knew that her body was turned out. That day, the adults thought that it was my son who killed Lin Yichun, and I was so frightened that I didn't dare to admit my guilt. “

Ding lowered his head and looked repentant: "But after my son was taken away, I couldn't stand the inner torture, after all, he was still young, and I couldn't let him pay for the mistakes I made." “

Xie Hezheng listened to her words, and he didn't stop in his hand, he wanted to tidy up the desk, what she said was not unreasonable, although everything pointed to the Sang family, but it was impossible to determine which one of the Sang family killed Lin Yichun.

It is precisely because of this that the Sang family has the final say on who the murderer is, and it is entirely possible that this Ding family came to die for Sang Jiazhi.

"Do you have anything else to say?" After a while, Xie Hezheng finally asked, Ding shook his head: "This is the whole story, I confess my guilt, please let my son go." “

Xie Hezheng's expression made her incomprehensible, she was very worried, after all, if she failed, it would be almost impossible to save Sang Jiazhi.

Xie He was getting up, Ding thought that he didn't want to pay attention to himself anymore, so he hurriedly spoke: "My lord, you can't be careless of human life, I have confessed my guilt, you can't ignore it." “

I saw Xie Hezheng take out two sheets from the pile of paper and hold them in his hand, then slowly approached Ding, and finally handed the paper to her.

Ding still recognized a few words, and she quickly unfolded the paper, barely understanding the meaning of it. When she raised her head, her face was as dead as ashes, and the whole person suddenly sat down on the ground, and after a long time, she covered her face and cried bitterly.

Her son really can't be saved.

Xie Hezheng picked up the paper and sighed, Sang Jiazhi's crime cannot be punished, but Ding's appearance is pitiful and hateful. She may be a bad person to the bone, but she also has to sacrifice her life to save her son.

This is not the first time Xie Hezheng has encountered such a thing, there are always fathers and mothers who want to suffer for their children, and he has no way of knowing the sadness and struggle in the middle, but how can a poor parent explain it?