"It's ...... This is a lowly mother's ......," Yu Xialiang stammered as he explained.

"Why is the bell left for you by your mother engraved with a tadpole charm in it?" Qiao Xiya saw that the matter had come to this point, but Yu Xialiang was still so brazen and quibbly, and couldn't help but be angry.

Qiao Xiya's words made Mo Junchen a little shocked. He reached out and picked up the bell and looked closely.

"Your Majesty," Qiao Xiya suppressed the anger in her heart, "Please take a closer look, whether the bell has a smooth surface and no decorative carvings, but the inner wall is engraved with tadpole inscriptions."

Mo Junchen looked at it according to his words, and sure enough, as Qiao Xiya said, it was exactly the same.

But the tadpole text in it made Mo Junchen difficult. Tadpole script is a long-lost text, and few people can decipher it nowadays, and it is even more difficult to find someone who can understand the charm carved in tadpole script.

"Miss Qiao, the appearance of this bell is indeed as you said, but this tadpole text cannot be identified. Do you have any other evidence that can prove that Yu Xialiang killed his wife and son?" Mo Junchen originally wanted to convict Yu Xialiang, but he also knew that this crime was not so easy to convict. He needs more evidence in case the case the case the case is not overturned in the future.

"Please send someone to Lord Yu's house to check and see if there is an ancestral hall with talisman paper on the door. In that ancestral hall, there was a clay pot."

"Your Majesty, the last general is going!" Without waiting for Qiao Xiya to finish speaking, Gu Changan hurriedly left.

Hearing that Qiao Xiya mentioned the crockpot that she secretly provided at home, Yu Xialiang was obviously nervous.

Seeing Yu Xialiang's abnormal complexion, Mo Junchen knew that this crockpot might be the decisive evidence. He stared at Yu Xialiang and snorted coldly, "Lord Yu seems to be very flustered. Can you tell me what's in that crockpot?"

"Yes...... Yes......" Yu Xialiang was at a loss for words, and he didn't know how to answer. In any case, he didn't expect that he would one day be planted in the hands of a little girl like Qiao Xiya.

"Say!" Yu Xialiang's hesitation made Mo Junchen angry.

"Yes......" Seeing that the matter had been revealed, Yu Xialiang was ruthless, taking advantage of Mo Haoning's unpreparedness, he turned over, rushed out of the house, and pulled the frightened Xia He in front of him, and wrapped his not very strong arm around Xia He's neck.

"Let me go!" Yu Xialiang roared hysterically with red eyes.

"Ahh Xia He, who was taken hostage, trembled with fear at this time, like a rabbit whose ears were grabbed, motionless, tears quickly overflowing his eyes.

"Let me go!" Yu Xialiang held Xia He hostage and slowly retreated towards the gate, a pair of eyes nervously watching the surrounding movements.

"Yu Xialiang!" A voice that was so sharp that it made people tremble broke through the air, "You hurt me, you hurt our children, and you caused Miss Qiao to be scolded with a cane for twenty, aren't you enough?!" Zhuang Yumeng forcibly endured the discomfort brought to her by Mo Junchen, turned into a cloud of black smoke, floating in the air.

"Is it enough?" Yu Xialiang looked at the black smoke and smiled, "Yumeng, you really have long hair and short knowledge, do you know how many delicacies there are in Jin'an City? Do you know how tender the girl in Fireworks Willow Lane in Jin'an City is? Do you know how painful it is to watch people grovel to me every day? You don't know! I feel more and more that it's good to be alive, and I don't regret killing you as a ghost wife for me to drive, hahahaha......

"Bang!" Just when Yu Xialiang got carried away, Chu Yun kicked Yu Xialiang in the back of the heart, Yu Xialiang stumbled, and fell forward with Xia He.

"Whew~" Just when Xia He was about to fall to the ground, a biting cold wind swept her in the air, and Yu Xialiang behind her slapped firmly on the ground and passed out.

Zhuang Yumeng sent Xia He to Chu Yun, and Chu Yun hurriedly took off his coat and draped it on Xia He. Before Chu Yun could ask, Gu Changan's voice came from outside the door: "Your Majesty! In the ancestral hall of Lord Yu's house, the last general seized a clay pot!"

"Bring it in!" Mo Junchen's face was so black that he could almost drip water.

Following Gu Changan's footsteps, a crockpot with a faint fishy smell was placed on the bookcase in front of Mo Junchen.

"Xiya ......" Zhuang Yumeng's voice trembled a little.

"Your Majesty, this crockpot is filled with Yu Xialiang and Zhuang Yumeng's children." Qiao Xiya's eyes were a little moist.

Mo Junchen stretched out his hand to uncover the talisman paper attached to the crockpot, and a terrible and piercing cry made everyone present stand on end. A stream of black smoke like ink rushed into the sky, and Dali Temple was instantly shrouded in black smoke and couldn't see his fingers. The biting chill crawled down everyone's pores to the bone marrow, and even Mo Junchen couldn't help but shiver. Desperate sadness overflowed the hearts of everyone present, and for a moment, everyone burst into tears.

"Baby, it's me." Seeing that everyone was about to be swallowed up by this great sorrow, Zhuang Yumeng hurriedly called softly.

As soon as Zhuang Yumeng's voice fell, the dizzying and piercing cry came to an abrupt end.

"Woo woo ......" extremely aggrieved cries came babbling, and it was distressing to hear.

"Baby, it's me." Zhuang Yumeng called softly again.

When the words fell, the biting chill gradually subsided, and the black smoke that shrouded Dali Temple gradually turned into a baby waiting to be fed.

Zhuang Yumeng stretched out his hand, held the baby in his arms, and gently kissed the baby's pink little face, and the baby stretched out his chubby little hand to caress Zhuang Yumeng's cheek. Zhuang Yumeng's eyes were rippling with tenderness, she held the baby tightly in her arms, deeply blessed everyone in mid-air, and after getting up, she deliberately came to Qiao Xiya: "Xiya, it would be great if I could meet you earlier like in my dream. I'm leaving. Take care of yourself." After speaking, Zhuang Yumeng disappeared into the air with the baby in his arms.

"Your Majesty......" As soon as Zhuang Yumeng disappeared in front of everyone's eyes, Ding Yunliang stumbled into Dali Temple with a booklet in his hand, "Your Majesty, there is something wrong with Yu Xialiang! He has lived for more than a hundred years!"

Mo Junchen closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths before gradually suppressing the sadness in his heart. He nodded at Ding Yunliang, "I know."

Then he glanced at Yu Xialiang who had fainted on the ground with extreme disgust, gritted his teeth and said: "Yu Xialiang, deceive the king, greedy for glory and wealth, in order to achieve his goal, he does not hesitate to kill his wife and children, the evidence is conclusive, he will be immediately put on death row, and he will be executed at three o'clock tomorrow at noon, outside the noon gate!" The descendants of his family members will be assigned to the frontier and become slaves, and their descendants will be slaves for generations, and they will not be allowed to enter Jin'an City privately, and those who violate the order will be executed immediately!"

"My Emperor Shengming! Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

"Dali Temple Cheng Qiao Xiya, not afraid of power, honest and kind, jealous and hateful, a special waist card, you can hold this waist card, free to enter and exit the palace." Mo Junchen looked at Qiao Xiya and smiled.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" After Qiao Xiya finished speaking, she fainted.