Chapter 114 Incompatibility

As soon as he finished speaking, he scratched the blade with his finger, and large drops of bright red blood dripped into the clear water.

After dripping, he grabbed a handful of messy hair and looked at Qu Jie anxiously and expectantly.

Qu Jie's eyes were cold and filled with disappointment and disgust.

We shouldn't have kept him back then!

If you stay, you will just be a waste!
Qu Jie glanced at Ling Han gloomily, walked to the table, frowned, cut a cut on the knife, and let the blood drip into the water.

It was quiet inside and outside the court.

After a while, Doctor Shen glanced into the bowl and said, "The blood has not mixed."

"Let me take a look." Chu Anlan leaned over to take a look: "It's true. The blood drops have actually spread out."

Qu Jie heaved a sigh of relief, his legs weakened: "I've already said it before, I have no blood relationship with Ling Han!"

"How could it be?" Ling Han's face was full of disbelief, and he pounced forward: "How could they not blend? I don't believe it!"

Qu Jie hardened his heart and said, "Someone, take the prisoner Ling Han into custody!"

Several yamen runners surrounded Ling Han, covered his mouth, and tried to tie his hands and feet and take him away.

Things can end here.

All they had to do was make Ling Han sign a confession of guilt, put him in jail, and wait for his execution in the autumn.

But, is it really going to end?

If a person with poor moral character is allowed to serve as a local official, can he really be fair and just when the people encounter problems?

Obviously not.

For the sake of his own son, he even tried to cover up the death of his own nephew!

How can such a person treat the people under his jurisdiction fairly and justly?

Chu Anlan stepped forward to stop the bailiff: "You can't take him away now!"

He turned to look at Qu Jie and said, "Sir Qu, how can we only do a blood test once? We have to interrogate the criminal several times."

"Prince Dun!" Qu Jie could no longer bear it, veins bulging on his forehead.

Chu Anlan smiled and said, "This prince is here."

Qu Jie was so angry that his chest heaved violently, as if he could faint at any time: "What else do you want to do? Why not tell me clearly all at once!"

Chu Anlan smiled: "It's very simple, I want to test this bowl of water."

Qu Jie's eyes turned black.

Chu Anlan said: "This bowl of water was brought by Lord Qu's attendant. Who knows if your people will add anything to it?"

"How is that possible?!" Qu Jie suppressed his anger.

"If you say it's impossible, then it's impossible?" Chu Anlan turned around and asked the people outside the court: "Are there any brothers born from the same mother here? Father and son are fine too. Can you lend me a drop of blood? I will reward you handsomely later."

"I can!" A strong man stood up and said, "In order to prove the innocence of County Magistrate Qu, I am willing to test this bowl of water with my son! Lord Qu, don't be afraid!"

He pulled with his big hands and pulled out a little fat boy.

The father and son, one big and one small, looked like they were cut from the same mold. Seeing someone willing to stand up and cut his hand to donate blood, the onlookers all whispered.

Someone who was familiar with the sturdy man laughed and joked with him: "Butcher Zhao, you have to think it over carefully. What if, after the test, it turns out that your son is not your son?"

"Bullshit!" The sturdy man called Butcher Zhao spat, "How can the child I personally delivered and raised not be my son? Open your dog eyes and take a look. Does my second fat man look exactly like me?"

As he spoke, he shook his son vigorously with his large, fleshy hands.

His son was almost crying because of his shaking.

Chu Anlan took out a piece of candy from his arms and handed it to the butcher Zhao's son: "Brother, please eat candy, you just need to squeeze a drop of blood."

Butcher Zhao rubbed his son's hair vigorously and said, "You are a real man, what's there to cry about? Thank you for the candy."

The bailiff handed over a dagger.

The blade, as thin as a cicada's wing, emitted a cold light.

Er Pang took a step back in fear and cried to the butcher Zhao: "Dad, I don't want to cut my hands or bleed. I'm afraid..." "What are you afraid of?" Butcher Zhao said in a rough voice: "You dare to kill pigs, but you don't dare to cut a hole?"

Erpang cried: "But, when you kill a pig, it's the pig that's in pain, not me!"

Seeing the child crying, the onlookers couldn't help but laugh.

Seeing this, Ye Wanqing stood up and said, "Brother, let's do the test. We are brothers from the same mother, so we can also test it out."

"No!" Chu Anlan was the first to disagree: "Your body is so delicate, how can I let you cut your hand and bleed?"

Upon hearing this, Qu Jie reached a rare agreement with Chu Anlan: "The princess is so precious, you must not hurt her body."

Butcher Zhao and his son came for a blood test. If there was any problem, it would still be within his control.

But he couldn't do anything about the eldest princess's children.

"That's right!" Butcher Zhao echoed: "With so many men here, how can we let a woman cut her hands? My son and I are thick-skinned, let us do it!"

Ye Wanqing sat back down.

Butcher Zhao didn't hesitate any longer. He grabbed his son's hand and walked forward: "Give me the knife." As he said that, he was about to cut his fingertips.

In the blink of an eye, a hand got there before he could do anything and took out half of the water in the teacup.

Chu Anlan held the teacup in his hand: "Okay, come on."

Seeing him coming out to "make trouble" again and again, Qu Jie and the onlookers were no longer surprised.

Qu Jie had a sullen face, waiting for Chu Anlan to play some tricks.

Butcher Zhao remained calm, cut his finger, and dripped the bright red blood into clean water. Then, he cut his son's index finger.

Two drops of blood sank into the clear water.

Chu Anlan, Doctor Shen, the butcher Zhao and his son, and the two yamen runners were the closest.

Six pairs of eyes stared at the teacup, afraid of seeing the slightest mistake.

After a moment, Butcher Zhao's eyes widened as he stared: "How could this happen!"

He looked at the blood spreading in the clear water, then looked at his son whose eyes were wide open like his own, and opened his mouth, but there was something stuck in his throat.

Chu Anlan clicked his tongue: "Interesting."

Doctor Shen glanced in Qu Jie's direction, took the teacup from Chu Anlan, and showed it to the people inside and outside the court: "The blood of Butcher Zhao and Er Pang has not mixed."

The onlookers cried out in the same shock as Butcher Zhao: "How could this happen?"

Ling Han, who was pinned to the ground, struggled desperately: "Woo! Woo woo..."

"Snapped!"

The sound of the gavel echoed throughout the court.

Qu Jie said loudly: "My innocence can be verified. The farce ends here. I still need to interrogate the prisoner."

The yamen runner stood up with his saber in hand and shouted, "Silence!"

Qu Jie sat back at the trial table and had Ling Han put on the shackles: "Ling Han, tell me exactly how you killed Ling Xuan."

Ling Han looked at him with red and swollen eyes, but he never called him "Dad" again.

At this moment, a person suddenly squeezed in from the doorway and said, "Get out of the way! Everyone, get out of the way!"

Everyone turned around.

A middle-aged man in a bright blue brocade robe pushed through the crowd and walked into the courtroom: "Sir Qu, are you really innocent?"

Qu Jie's expression changed drastically: "Brother-in-law?"

Ling Zenghuang looked at Ling Han lying on the ground, then at Qu Jie sitting at the trial table: "Whether I can bear to be called 'brother-in-law' is another matter. Sir Qu, do you dare to do another blood test?"

Looking at Ling Zenghuang who was trying hard to suppress his anger, Qu Jie endured it and said, "Anyone can question me and wrongly accuse me, but why can't you..."

"What's wrong with me?" Ling Zenghuang looked at him: "Do you want to test it or not?"

Qu Jie was silent.

(End of this chapter)