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ZhiNing, Sihan, and Bing'er all looked at the first lady at the same time. They saw the first lady gently pulling the white cat under the cat's body with her right hand while her left hand gently caressed the cat's smooth fur.

The three of them smiled at each other.

Zhining slowly walked in front of the doctor, "First Madam, please put the cat on the ground."

The first wife angrily glanced at Zhining, then crouched down and gently placed the cat on the ground. Just as her right hand was about to pull out from under the cat's body …

"Stop." Zhining suddenly called for the first wife to stop.

The first wife could not help but raise her head to look at Zhining, while the Great Zhuang and Nanhai also looked at Zhining in confusion.

"Everyone, look. The First Lady's right hand is currently placed with the palm facing upwards and the back of her hand facing downwards. For example, even if the cat reached out its claws to scratch the First Lady, it would still scratch the First Lady's palm and not the back of her hand!" She paused and looked at the first lady with sharp eyes, "In other words, the first lady's hand was injured long before it was scratched by the cat. That's because her hand was scratched by Xiu-Er." Therefore, she pretended to be injured by a cat in public so that the ministers could testify for her and clear her of any suspicions. Is it the First Lady? "

As soon as ZhiNing said this, everyone looked at the eldest wife's hand under the cat's body. Sure enough, her palm was facing the back of her hand.

She looked up at Zhining with a calm expression and smiled slightly, "That's right, I did indeed have a scratch on my hand before, but it wasn't because I was hurt by Xiu-Er, but because I accidentally fell down and cut the back of my hand. As everyone knows, the days of great joy don't look good seeing blood, and in order to celebrate the birthday of the young master with you, I would use this tactic and pretend to be scratched by a cat."

"You!" ZhiNing had not thought that the First Wife would actually come up with such a reason to defend herself. It had been so long, and the scar had already healed. It was already impossible to find anything on the wound.

The first wife proudly glanced back at Zhining, her gaze filled with provocation, seemingly saying, "What can you do to me?"

ZhiNing angrily clenched her fists and glared at the First Wife. Following that, she picked up the cat on the ground and pushed it to the side to stand.

Bing'er coldly glanced at the eldest lady, "Don't be happy too early." I still have a piece of evidence, let's see how you argue then. " After finishing her sentence, Bing'er took out a few strands of silk from her clothes and unfolded them for the first lady to see. She then placed them on the tray, so that the soldiers could present them to the Chief Patrol Officer and the Senior Scholar.

"Master, I found these threads in the lower part of the table in Xiu-Er's room. "The grass man and constable Chen used the rope they dropped Xiu-Er on the beam to make a test." Bing'er turned her head to look at Zhining.

Zhining slightly sighed, then took a step forward, clasping her hands in front of her chest, and answered respectfully, "My Lord's subordinate had been to Xiu-Er's room before, and found out that the beam in Xiu-Er's room was very high, so he wanted to hang the rope over the beam. Even if the man was standing on a stool, he couldn't reach the beam, so I used Qinggong to jump onto the beam, but I didn't see anyone's footprint on the beam. Standing on the bench, it was impossible to hang the rope on the house beams. Thus, when his subordinate stood on the table, he performed an experiment. Indeed, standing on the table, he was able to easily hang the rope on the house beams. Therefore, this subordinate determined that the one who killed Xiu-Er wasn't Lu Zhao, because Lu Zhao has martial arts, and with just a slight leap, he can reach the roof beams. There's no need for him to hang a rope on the ceiling beams. " Pausing for a moment, Zhining coldly looked at the First Lady again, and pointed at her forehead, "And the one who hung the rope on the beam was the First Lady, because Liu Bing Bing found a few threads under the table that had been hung by the wooden spurs on the table. They were exactly the same as the ones the Lady wore the day before. That meant the Lady had lied. She was wearing this dress and went up the table to throw Xiu-Er's body on the beam, but she didn't expect his dress to scratch the protruding thorn under the table. And leave evidence. "It proves that Xiu-Er was killed by her!

"Hahaha." The first lady laughed out loud while clapping her hands, looking at Zhining with great admiration. "Well, Constable Chen's reasoning is indeed marvelous. You can deduce from just a few thin lines that I killed Xiu-Er, but what about the evidence? I have never been to Xiu-Er's room, yet you found the same silk thread as the one in Xiu-Er's dress. You wanted to slander me for being the murderer of Xiu-Er? How many silk threads are there in this world? Do you think you can slander me as you please just because you took a few strands of silk that are the same as my dress? "Mr. Zhuang, I will now sue these people for slandering me as the murderer. I beg you to be the judge!" After finishing her sentence, the First Lady kowtowed to Master Zhuang, indicating her innocence and the determination to sue Zhining and Bing'er.

"This." Mr. Zhuang looked at Zhining and Madam Ye with extreme difficulty. Everything they said was reasonable, but the crux of the matter was, who should he trust?

"First Madam, you'd better not be too confident. These threads are from the dress you're wearing." Bing-Er looked at her husband confidently.

The first wife glanced at Bing'er with disdain and said coldly, "Where is the evidence?" Her eyes were full of confidence, and she didn't care about Bing'er and Zhining at all.

Bing'er did not care about the Eldest Madam's proud and confident look. She turned around and cupped her hands in a salute towards Master Shang Shu, "Sir, please summon Eldest Madam's personal servant, Ah Min."

Mr. Zhuang looked at Bing'er and ordered, "Pass on A Min to the hall."

When the First Wife heard Ah Min's name, she was momentarily stunned. She unconsciously turned her head to look at the door of the Discipline Hall, only to see a noble and gorgeous dress in Ah Min's hands.

When the first wife saw the dress in A-Min's hand, her complacent expression froze. Her eyes widened, and she couldn't help but take a few steps back to regain her balance.

Seeing her expression, Bing'er could not help but sneer.

A'Min walked slowly to Bing'er and knelt on the ground. "This humble one, A Min, greets you, Mr. Zhuang."

"Pah!" Mr. Zhuang slapped the wood hard and asked in a cold voice, "Ah Min, what's that in your hand?"