"Father!" Mo Junchen's voice landed, Mo Haoning knelt on the ground with a plop, clenched his fists and arched his hands, and his eyes were red, "Lord Qiao's delicate daughter, these twenty canes are beaten down, I'm afraid something will happen."

"When I appointed her as the head of Dali Temple, you didn't say that she was a woman and an official in the court, which was not in line with the ancestral system." Mo Junchen said coldly.

"My son is willing to receive these twenty rods for Lord Qiao!" Seeing that Mo Junchen had made up his mind, Mo Haoning had no choice but to make this decision.

"You take it for her?" Mo Junchen glanced at Mo Haoning, "So, what do you want to sue Yu Xialiang?" How did you know that he killed his wife and children? Is there any evidence for this?"

A series of questions made Mo Haoning not know how to answer.

"Hit!" Seeing that Mo Haoning couldn't answer, Mo Junchen's cold voice penetrated the entire Dali Temple.

"Smack!" With a crisp sound, lying in the yard, Qiao Xiya, who was tied to the long case, trembled in pain, and couldn't help frowning.

"Xiya, tell Your Majesty quickly, say I won't sue......" Zhuang Yumeng cried.

"Smack!" Another cane struck, Qiao Xiya clenched her teeth and didn't say a word.

"Shioya...... Please, beg your majesty for mercy......" Zhuang Yumeng cried silently.

"Begging for mercy...... beg for mercy, what will you do with your children?"

"Smack!" While Qiao Xiya responded to Zhuang Yumeng in her heart, she hit it with another cane.

"Yumeng, listen to me." Qiao Xiya endured the pain between her strands, and whispered to Zhuang Yumeng in her heart, "You tell me, that purple gold bell that can control you is something he carries with him?"

"Yes, it's because of that purple gold bell that I can't get close to him." Zhuang Yumeng said softly.

"Do you know what the purple gold bell looks like?" Qiao Xiya tried to maintain communication with Zhuang Yumeng, firstly, to distract herself so that she could ignore some of the pain as much as possible, and secondly, to keep herself awake so that she could successfully accuse Yu Xialiang.

"It was a small bell, with a tadpole-carved ghost charm on the inner wall, and the outer wall of the bell was bare, with no carvings at all."

"What about the child? Where is the child?" Qiao Xiya's whole body was already wet with painful sweat.

"Father!" Seeing Qiao Xiya being tortured, Mo Haoning's heart was like a knife, "Ask my father to be gracious and exempt from the cane in the back!"

"Child...... The child was in his house, and it was offered in the ancestral hall, and in that ancestral hall there was only a small clay pot for the child. There is a talisman paper on the door of the ancestral hall, and I can't get in......

"Okay," Qiao Xiya struggled to breathe, "I see."

"Father! Be gracious, Father!" The bloodstains on Qiao Xiya's dress stung Mo Haoning's eyes, and he knelt in front of Mo Junchen and kowtowed again and again, just begging Mo Junchen to be gracious and exempt Qiao Xiya from the rest of the cane.

"Please be gracious, Your Majesty!"

"Please be gracious, Your Majesty!"

"Please be gracious, Your Majesty!"

Inside and outside Dali Temple, everyone, including Gu Changan and others outside the door, knelt down to intercede for Qiao Xiya.

"Xiya, Xiya, please beg for mercy, I won't sue you......" Watching Qiao Xiya being tortured, Zhuang Yumeng's already soft heart was kneaded into shape.

"Yumeng, Yumeng." Qiao Xiya called softly in a low voice, "Yumeng, have you seen it? With so many people pleading for me, I must, I must, I get justice for you!" After saying that, Qiao Xiya endured the pain and raised her eyes to meet Mo Junchen's complicated eyes.

The voice of the handyman in his ears became clearer: "Seventeen! Eighteen! Nineteen! Twenty!"

As the handyman's voice landed, Qiao Xiya's heart that was clenched together also got a trace of respite.

Chunling and Xia He, who were crying with tears on their faces, hurriedly took a collar cloak and covered Qiao Xiya's blood-drenched lower body.

"Qiao Xiya." Mo Junchen's slightly trembling voice came from inside the house, "Qiao Xiya, do you still want to sue Yu Xialiang of Dali Temple for killing his wife and son?"

"Yes." Qiao Xiya clenched her silver teeth, "I still have to sue Yu Xialiang, the Cheng of Dali Temple, for killing his wife and son!" Although Qiao Xiya's voice trembled uncontrollably, it was still clear and firm.

"Yu Xialiang!" Seeing that Qiao Xiya still wanted to sue Yu Xialiang, Mo Junchen's face immediately darkened.

"Get down on your knees!" Mo Haoning pulled Yu Xialiang, who was trembling, and kicked him to the ground.

"Humble ...... Knock on my emperor, long live, long live, long live......" With Yu Xialiang's words, beads of sweat the size of beans fell to the ground.

"Qiao Xiya, the Cheng of Dali Temple, sued you for killing your wife and son, do you have a defense?"

"Humble ...... He has not yet taken a wife...... Where did it come from, how did it come to kill his wife and children......" Yu Xialiang's eyes flickered a little, but he still denied it.

"Qiao Xiya." Mo Junchen's eyes looked at Qiao Xiya, a trace of distress flashed in his eyes, and his tone was a little kind, "You accused Yu Xialiang of killing his wife and son, is there any evidence?"

"Back to Your Majesty, Yu Xialiang is the champion of the Jingtai period, and he married his wife before he won the championship, and he is his childhood sweetheart in the same township, the daughter of the Zhuang family, Zhuang Yumeng." Qiao Xiya said softly, "In the second year of joining the Hanlin Academy as a school scrivener, he found a Jianghu warlock who was proficient in the side door, brutally killed Yumeng, sealed his soul, and made it a ghost wife for him to drive. In order to force Yumeng, who has become a ghost wife, to stay by his side forever and satisfy his various greed, he also killed his newborn child with his own hands......" Qiao Xiya's voice trembled a little, not because of the rod wound between her thighs, but because of the anger in her heart and her distress for Zhuang Yumeng.

Qiao Xiya's narration made everyone present gasp. No one could have imagined that Yu Xialiang in front of him had lived for so long, and he was so ruthless.

It took about a stick of incense for Qiao Xiya to finish telling the story of Zhuang Yumeng.

"Bloody mouth!" Yu Xialiang was annoyed and angry, looked up at his pig's liver-colored face, and turned his head to look at Qiao Xiya in the courtyard.

"Kneel!" Mo Haoning roared in a low voice and kicked Yu Xialiang to the ground.

Maybe it's because Qiao Xiya's narration is so indignant that no one thinks it's inappropriate for Mo Haoning's rude behavior.

"Qiao Xiya." Mo Junchen's eyes hurt even more, "What you said is really heart-wrenching, but it is very old, and many things cannot be verified, how can you prove that what you said is true?"

"Back to Your Majesty, Yu Xialiang is worried that Yu Meng will get out of control and retaliate against him if Yu Meng gets out of control, so he has a Ghost Control Purple Gold Bell that he carries with him." Qiao Xiya's eyes were sharp, and she went straight to Yu Xialiang.

"Search!" Mo Junchen shouted, and at that moment Mo Haoning and Gu Changan rushed up, one left and one right to set up Yu Xialiang, Chang Shiliang stepped forward and searched carefully.

Pulling off the collar, a delicate purple gold bell was wearing a red rope and hung on Yu Xialiang's chest impartially.

Chang Shiliang pulled it off, and the red rope drew a blood mark on Yu Xialiang's neck.

"Yu Xialiang, what do you explain?!" Looking at the purple gold bell presented to Chang Shiliang in front of him, Mo Junchen trembled with anger.