Rebirth: Pampered by the Lord-Chapter 1697: Sent to the Death Cell
Mo Hengjian knelt on the ground, head bowed. He no longer had the panic he felt when he first entered; all the incriminating evidence pointed to Huang Cuihua. He felt much more at ease.
Huang Cuihua knelt on the ground, her face ashen. At this moment, she despised the man beside her to the extreme. The man who claimed he would love her for a lifetime had, when their lives were at stake, pushed her out to take the fall. Is this what they call love? It’s so fake.
She knelt on the ground and laughed at herself, laughing at how she mistook a villain for a gentleman and even entered a romance with him. Thinking about it now made her want to retch.
The trial had reached this point, and the county magistrate began to pronounce the sentence.
"Huang Cuihua is convicted of murdering the Old Master, the evidence is conclusive. She is to be thrown into the death cell, and executed after autumn. As for Mo Hengjian, he was merely beguiled by female charms, and shall be whipped with twenty strokes as a deterrent."
With this, the case was considered closed.
Upon hearing this, Mo Hengjian was ecstatic that his life was spared. He raised his head and shouted to Madam Ruan, "Mother, Mother, I don’t have to die, I don’t have to die."
Madam Ruan also burst into tears of joy, "That’s wonderful, that’s wonderful. The official truly is a High Official, preserving my son’s life."
As the county magistrate was about to adjourn the court, a woman’s voice sounded from the doorway, "Master, wait a moment, this humble woman has something to say."
Everyone turned to look and saw Zi Xia entering with an elderly woman.
Mo Hengjian, who had been elated, turned pale white upon seeing this old woman.
The county magistrate looked at the old woman with a puzzled expression, asking, "Who are you? What is the matter?"
The old woman approached the bench and knelt down, "Master, this humble woman is the matchmaker for the deceased."
"Oh! What do you have to say?"
"This humble woman witnessed the murder of the Old Master firsthand."
As soon as she said this, the villagers around pricked up their ears to listen, sensing there was more to this story.
The old woman then recounted the events of that night.
It turned out that on that night, she was in the new room with Cuihua until the Old Master returned. Only then did she leave. As she walked past the doorway, she felt her chest and realized the matchmaker’s bag given by Old Master Mo had been left in the new room. Thus, she turned back to get it. Unexpectedly, she witnessed Mo Hengjian’s horrifying face as he stabbed Old Master Mo repeatedly, leaving her petrified. She accidentally made a noise at the door; Mo Hengjian turned, glaring at her viciously, scaring the old woman into fleeing.
"Master, this is exactly what happened; this humble woman witnessed everything with her own eyes, not a single word is false."
The net of justice is indeed vast and meticulous; Mo Hengjian never imagined that the plan he concocted overnight to save his own skin would be unraveled so simply by an old woman.
Madam Ruan’s joy had barely dissipated when she suddenly heard her son was a murderer. Instantly, it was like a thunderbolt on a clear day; she staggered and collapsed to the ground, fainting.
Mo Daoyan was also stunned by the news that his son had become a murderer.
He couldn’t even spare a moment to attend to his wife who collapsed.
Finally, it was the kind-hearted villagers who lifted her up, taking her back to the room to rest.
After the case ended, the county magistrate escorted Mo Hengjian back to County Town, threw him into the death cell, preparing for the execution after autumn.
When Madam Ruan woke up, everything had been finalized. She went mad, screaming and shouting at home, smashing everything in the house...
Mo Daoyan tried to stop her but couldn’t.
Madam Ruan: "People are gone, what do we need these things for."
