The next morning, the sky was clear and the main hall of the Prime Minister's Mansion was silent.

In the past, the front hall was filled with greetings and laughter, but today the atmosphere was somber and oppressive.The old lady was sitting on the rosewood chair with a majestic look on her face and a cold look between her brows and eyes.Shen Jingshan stood on one side, dressed in regular clothes but with a tight posture, and anger and guilt welling up in his eyes.Several of the most senior branch elders in the mansion were all present. The stewards of each hospital stood on both sides with their heads bowed, and no one dared to breathe a word.

Today, we are specializing in the trial of an old case of my aunt from many years ago.

Mrs. Liu and Shen Qingrou from Ningxiang Courtyard were escorted into the hall by their mother-in-law, and they both knelt on the cold bluestone.

After many days, Ms. Liu still wore neat makeup and neat clothes, showing no sign of regret.When she raised her eyes, there was a hint of certainty in her eyes. As long as the witnesses held different opinions and the physical evidence was not enough to close the loop, today's old case would not be able to convict her.

Shen Qingyuan stood on the left side of the hall, tall and straight, with a calm expression.

"Let the trial begin." The old lady said in a deep voice.

The first person to be summoned was Chun'er, the maid whom Liu paid a lot of money to retract her confession.

Chun'er knelt on the ground, her face panicked, her eyes wandering, and she spoke tremblingly according to the words taught by Mrs. Liu: "Back then... the mistress was weak and sick, and it had nothing to do with Aunt Liu. Aunt Liu was gentle to others and never harmed anyone in private. It was Aunt Zhang who had nostalgic resentment and deliberately fabricated evidence to frame her..."

Before she finished speaking, Shen Qingyuan interrupted calmly: "When you were in the main courtyard, you were responsible for sweeping the outer courtyard and delivering sundries. You never stepped into the inner bedroom, let alone served the soup, right?"

Chuner stiffened and nodded subconsciously.

"Since you have never been close," Shen Qingyuan's eyes were sharp and his words were clear, "How can you be sure that no one secretly added ingredients to the soup? You don't know anything about the formula of the soup that the mistress drinks every day, the time when the medicine is boiled, or the people who serve her personally. Your testimony is just a narration and a conjecture, and you are not qualified to testify?"

One word to expose the flaw.

Everyone in the hall understood instantly and looked at Chun'er who looked pale.

This testimony is completely untenable and is pure nonsense.

Chun'er was completely panicked, her words were incoherent, and her words were full of contradictions. In the end, she could only collapse on the ground, hesitating and unable to say a complete sentence.

Liu's heart sank, her first move was completely useless.