In ancient times, there were authoritative certificates and other things to be signed by a third party to take effect, unless there were high-ranking and powerful figures like emperors. Even princes and nobles would find a few respected people to be present to distribute their inheritance after death when they died.

But Dong Songchen actually didn't need anyone to testify. Because he recognized Dong Jiayi's son. If you want to talk about blood relationship, the Dong family's father and son still have some blood relationships. Dong Jiayi was adopted by Dong Songchen from Dong Songchen's distant uncle's father and wife.

Only one son does not involve any property distribution, so there is no need to invite any witnesses to testify. However, the two father-in-laws in front of him actually took out Dong Songchen's suicide note, what he said, and what the official family said. This makes people feel uneasy.

"You are talking nonsense! My father is only my son. What will he write? I think you are thinking about money and want to swallow my Dong family property..."

"Rareless! ~ Do you think this is your backyard? Ah? A stutter, a conscienceless beast!"

Another eunuch who had not spoken much, said, but unexpectedly, the pretty eunuch who had been talking completely obeyed the orders of the people behind him, turned around and walked quickly to Dong Songchen, and grabbed Dong Songchen's chin. He actually used his hand to suck it, instead of using something like token bamboo boards.

After a dozen strokes, the hands were covered with blood.

"Okay, okay, wash your hands off. It's all fishy. I'll tell you little beast! Today, if you dare to talk nonsense today, next year, will be your death day."

The person who spoke was more feminine in his pronunciation and tone, and that monster didn't like to speak outside. As soon as he said it, the temperature in the entire empty court seemed to have dropped twice.

Dong Jiayi, who was beaten, was numb today. Even when he looked, he didn't dare to look at the father-in-law. He could only silently endure the humiliation, because the words of these two people just mean that they were people around the official family and were not the ones he could afford.

The most important reason is that Dong Jiayi rarely goes home after she was a teenager and almost never sees Dong Songchen. If he was not so willful and went back to see Dong Songchen more often, he would definitely be familiar with these two people.

But life is not like that. In the impression of these two father-in-laws, Dong Jiayi is the most disappointed person in his benefactor. Except for his benefactor who said he would save his life, he has no favor for Dong Jiayi.

Since he was a man from the palace, although Han Zhenhan was arrogant, he also understood that the real boss sent someone in this place and he still had to give him the face. After all, he had been labeled as the leader of the Dali Master team. It would not be a good thing to offend the people around the official family now.

"Who is this Tang Wanyun?"

Lord Wang and Wang Yue, who were sitting in the main hall, asked, and Han Zhenhan and others were confused by the question of Lord Wang. Didn’t the flap be tilted towards them? Why did they ask Miss Wanyun?

When Han Zhenhan and the others focused their eyes on Wanyun, the Lord Shuntian Prefecture King noticed,

"So it's really here? Dong Jiayi, you are not...oh forget it..."

Wang Yue sighed, looked at Han Zhenhan, thought for a moment, and spoke,

"Dong Jiayi persuaded the slave to commit crimes and reported the case lies, and the crime was unredeemable. However, the emperor's kindness was great. The official family remembered his father and served the master for his merits, so he exempted Dong Jiayi from all kinds of punishments, but... all the slaves involved were arrested and imprisoned, and punished according to the Song Dynasty. In addition, Dong Jiayi compensated the Dali Kingdom, the division's silver and 10,000 taels. The case was closed!"

After saying that, Wang Yue, the prefect of Shuntian, looked at Han Zhenhan, then looked at the two father-in-laws standing in the field, and finally turned his eyes to Dong Jiayi, whose faces and mouths were covered with blood.

But Han Zhenhan's expressionless face made Wang Yue not feel that this was a satisfactory answer the envoy prince wanted. Wang Yue saw it in his eyes and was anxious. The two father-in-law had no objection. Just when Wang Yue was anxious and angry, the master beside him pushed Wang Yue's arm, raised his eyebrows at the suicide note of Dong Songchen on the table, and then whispered to Han Zhenhan's direction. Wang Yue immediately understood what the master meant.

"Also, I will read the will of Lord Dong Songchen, here."

When he heard the will, Dong Jiayi's face became a little ugly, and one jumped into his throat, and his face began to be hot again. As he listened, Dong Jiayi fainted. It was worth the money. He kept muttering this in his mouth.

"It's gone...all gone..."

It turned out that Dong Songchen's suicide note was clearly written, and all his property was handed over to a girl named Tang Wanyun. He also specifically mentioned that after he died, he immediately expelled Dong Jiayi from the Dong family. He also announced that Dong Jiayi had no relationship with the Dong family.

This move was really too ruthless, no wonder Dong Jiayi fainted, but Han Zhenhan was happy. He really didn't expect that the person that this kid wanted to occupy actually occupied his entire family.

Can fainting solve any problem? Obviously not. After waking up, Dong Songchen found that he was still on the street. In the cold and cold Lin'an Mansion, the morning sunlight did not make Dong Jiayi feel warm. Instead, the dazzling white light made him feel that everything seemed so unrealistic.

He felt that last night might have been just a dream after a hangover, an absolute nightmare. And where he fell was not an unfamiliar place, it was a house for him in Lin'an Mansion.

But when he walked back to his house staggeringly, he realized that this was not a dream, because the entire Dongfu Road was covered with white silk and black tents... But when he walked to the door, he was occupied by two people who spoke poor Chinese.

Of course, Dong Jiayi couldn't hear their accent because these people were brought by Han Zhenhan. The remaining guards were elite soldiers and generals selected by Han Zhenhan. Since last night, Han Zhenhan has brought people to confiscate Dong Songchen's home.

It was obvious that Dong Jiayi came one step late, and Han Zhenhan and the others were sleeping soundly on the bed very late because of the tossing. Shunzi wrapped a bandage like a mummy and supervised the work of the brothers at the cleaning site. No one noticed that his eyes were wide open, and the injectors were injected across the street. Just as Dong Jiayi was stunned, Dong Jiayi's shoulder was patted. He was so scared that he jumped more than three feet high.
Chapter completed!