Transmigrating To Ancient Times With A Kitchen

Ming Zhiyan was as cold as ice as he said, “Wang Fugui, you framed others because of your own selfish interests. You even destroyed other people’s goods and injured the shop staff. You are first sentenced to be temporarily imprisoned, and then exiled to the border to join the army.”

Wang Fugui collapsed to the ground.

Joining the army… That was the most severe punishment other than the death penalty. Joining the army at the border would not only eat the worst but also wear the worst clothes. If there was a war, they would have to be the first to die. They could not escape either. If they tried to escape, they would be killed immediately.

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Thinking of that scene, Wang Fugui broke out in cold sweat. He cried out in fear, “No! I don’t want to join the army! Sir, please! I didn’t do it, I didn’t do it on purpose! Please spare my life, sir! I don’t want to join the army!”

Jian Qingqing shouted, “Who ordered you to do it?”

Wang Fugui was in a state of panic, and he immediately broke down, he cried out in fear, “It’s Miss Liu! It’s Miss Liu from the deputy prefect’s family! She came to me three days ago and gave me 100 taels of silver. She told me to poison someone to death in the food shop. She asked me to take advantage of the chaos to kill the owner of the food shop. At that time, I was in debt and agreed to it. I really didn’t do it on purpose! Later, I didn’t find anyone who could be poisoned to death, so I let my brother take laxatives. Then, I put the skin of a dead rat in the pot. I really didn’t do it on purpose! Please spare my life, sir! Miss Liu asked me to do all of this. It’s none of my business!”

Hearing this, the faces of everyone present turned cold. Jian Qingqing did not expect that just because she had an argument with the prefect’s daughter, she would try to kill her. This ancient era was too dark. People from high-class families never took human lives seriously. In their eyes, killing a person was easier than killing a chicken.

Jian Qingqing shivered coldly.

Ming Zhiyan could see that something was wrong with her expression, but he did not know how to comfort her. He could only say dryly, “It’s alright, I’m here.”

Wei Wusheng did not avoid it so much and directly patted her head. “Little One, what are you afraid of? The deputy prefect is not of noble status. If you want to take revenge, I’ll give you a colorless and tasteless medicine. I guarantee that no one will know it was you who did it.”

Ming Zhiyan found his hand an eyesore, he grabbed his wrist and pulled it away from Jian Qingqing’s head. “Don’t make any rash moves.”

Wei Wusheng did not expect that this weakling who looked like a skinny and weak little house would actually have such great strength. He forcefully moved his hand away. He used seventy percent of his strength to break free but was actually unable to break free.

Wei Wusheng was furious. Just as he was about to raise his other hand to smash it, it was blocked by Jian Qingqing.

Jian Qingqing adjusted her emotions and pulled out a smile. She said helplessly, “Stop fooling around, I’m fine.”

Wei Wusheng said disdainfully, “Tsk, who’s fooling around with him!”

Even though Ming Zhiyan was also turning his face away and not saying anything, he pulled Jian Qingqing slightly over to his side and kept a distance from Wei Wusheng.

He looked coldly at Wang Fugui and said, “Are you sure that what you said is the truth?”

Wang Fugui hurriedly nodded. “I’m sure! I’m sure!”

Ming Zhiyan said to the official beside him, “Go and invite Miss Liu over.”

At this moment, Liu Ling’er and Song Yunfeng were sitting at the banquet organized by the local gentry of Shifeng County, listening to their flattery.

This banquet was organized by the local gentry clan in order to welcome Song Yunfeng’s arrival, and they had invited the actors to act.

Liu Ling’er was absent-minded as she listened to the praises of the actors on stage. What a bunch of poor people. What a bunch of bumpkins who had not seen the world.

She did not know how Wang Fugui was doing, but it would be best if Jian Qingqing was already dead.