Leng Mingyue raised her eyebrows and motioned for Leng Huai to continue.

"I didn't just think of the Yan Kingdom royal family from the beginning, when Shen Zichen talked to the Holy Son, I also thought about whether there would be a blood relationship between them."

Leng Huaijin pursed his lips: "But Shen Zichen is not, there is no blood relationship between them, because the heirs of the imperial family of the Yan Kingdom have a cinnabar mole on their bodies." ”

When he bathed Shen Zichen, he had checked it early, but Shen Zichen didn't.

"Zi Chen's appearance is not similar to that Holy Son Shen Lichuan." Leng Mingyue's thumb gently rubbed Xiao Tuanzi's face.

Shen Lichuan's handsomeness is otherworldly, surpassing the world's immortal spirit.

Shen Zichen's cuteness is completely opposite, and if you compare them carefully, there is nothing similar between the two.

"That's why I said it was hard." Leng Huaijin only felt that he had more than enough strength but not enough strength: "The only way is to find someone to draw Zichen's appearance, and then put it on the billboards of Yan Kingdom and even the entire continent in batches." ”

This is a lot of work, and whether it has any effect or not is another matter.

Shen Zichen lowered his head, feeling depressed.

"Let's do this in Yan Kingdom first, maybe we can find other clues in the process." Leng Mingyue retracted her gaze and said in a firm tone: "Take your time, there will be results." ”

Anything that can be solved with money is not a problem.

Leng Huai nodded respectfully.

At this time, Leng Er came from the corner, still holding a stack of papers in his hand.

"Childe, miss, this is the confession letter sent to the yamen a few days ago, please take a look."

Leng Mingyue took a look and found that there were bright red handprints on each confession.

The length of the confession is different, but the core is similar:

The criminal so-and-so, under the instruction of Leng San and Zhao, was greedy for money in Wuwei Restaurant.

"And some people have moved the liquidity of the rest of the business?" Leng Mingyue saw the end, her expression was solemn.

"It's time to be arrested, the old slaves have sent people to arrest them, and none of them have been missed!" Leng Er's cloudy eyes were faintly full of murderous aura.

Leng Huaijin got up from his chair and said excitedly: "With these confessions, we can sue the Zhao family!" ”

These are the proof!

"There's no hurry." Leng Mingyue put the confession on the table and asked Leng Er, "How is the wind outside?" ”

It has been more than half a day since Qilu Restaurant instigated the guests to steal money and borrow money, and almost killed people, and the emperor should have almost spread the word.

Although the imperial capital is not small, the speed of person-to-person transmission is just the same thing.

It's time for more victims to come forward.

Leng Er's face changed, and his tone was indescribable: "The wind outside, that's too bluffing."

The ladies began to check the accounts, and the husbands began to run away.

There are those who fight on the street, those who hang Bai Aya who commit suicide, and those who stab directly with knives.

What kind of resignation letters, divorce books, and complaint letters all appear together, you can listen to them on any street, and you can find people who scold Qilu and Zhao. ”

This time, the Seven Spirits Restaurant was guilty of public anger.

"Assemble the victims, have them write a statement, and then take these confessions with them......"

Leng Mingyue handed over the confession to Leng Er, and in her pleasant and gentle voice, there was a compelling chill for no reason:

"Let's go to the yamen together and send the Zhao family to the western sky."

Shopping malls are like battlefields, competition has existed since ancient times, relying on means and connections, success and defeat are commonplace.

But like Zhao, who attacked his peers and persecuted guests with insidious means one after another, she could only send him four words——。

Unforgivable.