Duke Huan’s eyes revealed a hint of panic.

He said, "Such a matter actually disturbed the Holy Emperor; it’s truly shameful."

"I have failed in disciplining my son, and I’m afraid the Emperor will laugh at me. I have just called the soldiers to capture him according to the original case."

"Emperor, you may move to the floral hall, have some tea, and rest for a moment while waiting for the investigation results."

Long Xiyuan waved his hand, quite relaxed and at ease: "No need for that."

"Since I’m already here, just let people handle the investigation here; I’m rather curious about this matter."

"Because I remember that an official once mentioned that the noble son who kicked an eighty-year-old man to death in the street seems to be your eldest son."

"Your eldest son Song Bufan, I’ve seen him a few times, but how come he looks nothing like this Song Yingchuan standing before us?"

Duke Huan’s forehead was dripping with cold sweat.

He hurriedly cupped his hands, his tone anxious as if he were being slandered.

"Emperor, who is deliberately framing me? My eldest son Song Bufan, though he usually lacks discipline, would never dare commit murder!"

Long Xiyuan’s eyes flashed a hint of cold laughter.

He turned around and had someone bring over a chair.

"I’m curious about who instigated this from the inside, so I must come in person to check it out."

"You may start the trial now; I’ll be listening from the side."

Duke Huan exchanged a glance with the leading government officer, feeling that things were taking a bad turn.

The original plan was to take advantage of the night to drag Song Yingchuan out to take the blame.

By the time the Emperor’s forces reacted, it would be too late.

However, he didn’t expect the Emperor would come directly into his house in the middle of the night just to listen to the case!

Bai Zhi’er saw Duke Huan’s pale face, standing motionless.

She urged, "Hurry up! Weren’t you insisting that my friend is a murder suspect? Why hasn’t the trial started? The Emperor is waiting to listen!"

Long Xiyuan, sitting in a chair with his head resting on his hand, heard this and glanced at Bai Zhi’er.

He couldn’t help but curl his thin lips, smiling helplessly.

This little girl sure knows how to seize the moment and borrow the authority of a tiger.

Feng Fuce glanced coldly at Long Xiyuan, quietly pulling Bai Zhi’er behind him, blocking half of her.

Due to the Emperor’s request, Duke Huan had no choice but to begin the trial on the spot.

Bai Zhi’er listened for a while.

She gained a general understanding of the case.

In Duke Huan Mansion, a young master was riding wildly in the street, chasing a scared boudoir lady.

Unexpectedly, he accidentally knocked down an elderly man nearly eighty years old.

The horse hoof stepped on him, and the old man died instantly.

The surrounding citizens hurriedly gathered around the horse, preventing the young master from leaving.

However, the other party yelled, "I am a son of Duke Huan Mansion; who dares stop me!"

Then he swung his whip and injured several innocent passersby.

Everyone was afraid he’d go mad and continue to hurt people, so they had to move aside, letting him escape.

The elderly man who was trampled to death was a highly respected old Scholar from a nearby village.

He lived his life doing good, occasionally giving free lessons to children who couldn’t afford education.

He had an excellent reputation.

After his death, the citizens were outraged.

They collectively reported the case to the government.

Probably unable to withstand the pressure, the government went to Duke Huan Mansion.

The citizens heard that the government officer indeed took away a young master, initially thinking they had caught the murderer.

However, after waiting for a long time, there was no news from the government about punishing this person.

Some went to the government office to beat the drum and demand answers, only to be told that the person had fled in fear of the crime!