Mind reading, the emperor saw my fist hard

Chapter 397 Another Tragedy

The historian of the Imperial Academy, Xiu Zuan, looked at the little beauty in front of him. He no longer looked so carefree. Instead, he looked terrified: "I gave your uncle money!"

The woman approached the historian of the Imperial Academy step by step and said, "You have known my uncle for ten years. Don't say you don't know what kind of person my uncle is. My uncle is greedy, lazy, and cruel. My aunt is mean and can't stand others being better than her. Will he help you raise your daughter for ten taels of silver? Don't you just want my uncle to kill me because he can't get the silver?"

"Unfortunately, my uncle is greedier than you think. It's more cost-effective to kill me than to sell me, so he sold me to the brothel that offered the most money."

The Imperial Academy historian Xiu Zuan was questioned by his former daughter, and his fear became even greater. In a panic, he made up an excuse for himself.

"I'm your father. Why didn't you tell me when you met me? If you had told me, I would have saved you!"

After the initial panic, Xiu Zuan, the historian of the Hanlin Academy, now had only one thought in his mind: he must make this matter go away, otherwise he would be labeled a beast in front of everyone.

After returning home, that beautiful wife and father-in-law will not forgive me.

The woman smiled softly, her smile full of the frivolity of a prostitute: "I told you, I called you daddy, but what did Lord Shi say?"

"Master Shi said, "A whore from a brothel actually wants to get close to me. Is she crazy? I come from a farming family, and my wife is from an official family in the capital. How could a prostitute's daughter come from me? But if you call me godfather, I don't mind. Godfather will love you well."

"Because of this sentence, my mother hung me up and beat me. Later, you came to visit me again to see if I was behaving well. I struggled desperately. Everyone here is your acquaintance. Does anyone still remember how you dealt with me?"

"Brother Shi... Mr. Shi ordered the elf slaves in the building to strip you naked and tie you to the bed, and then he personally..."

The official couldn't continue speaking.

Although he is not a moral gentleman, such a thing is too cruel for a woman.

They were not good people at the time. Instead, they teased and asked the historian of the Hanlin Academy to teach the girl a lesson. It was fun to have a girl with a hot temper, but it was not fun if her temper was too hot.

But how could these people admit their own despicableness? Instead, they turned their attacks around and directed them at the historians of the Hanlin Academy.

Everyone looked at the Imperial Academy historian, Xiu Zuan, with cold eyes.

They even began to condemn the compilation of the historians in the Hanlin Academy.

"Brother Shi, you...you..."

"Brother Shi, take your daughter home immediately. What's the point of leaving her in a brothel?"

"Brother Shi, hurry up, be careful that those imperial censors get to know the news, you won't be able to escape unscathed."

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The historian of the Forest Academy was frightened by these words. These colleagues were telling the truth. If even a single word of what happened today leaked out, he would lose his position.

At the critical moment, he denied it outright: "You are not my daughter... That's right! You must not be my daughter!"

As if this could alleviate his sin a little, the historian Xiu Zuan of the Hanlin Academy insisted that the girl in the brothel was not his daughter.

"You are not my daughter. My daughter was still young when I left. She can't possibly remember who her father is!"

The woman laughed crazily.

"Hahaha·······"

"Dad, I'm afraid you don't even remember how old I am now. I was eight when you left me, and an eight-year-old child can remember things."

The woman's wild laughter suddenly stopped: "I remember my father's name is Shi Zhenxiang, he is 35 years old this year, from Guazhou, there are three brothers in the family, my father is the eldest, and there are also..."

The woman described in great detail the situation at the home of the historian of the Hanlin Academy, Mr. Compiler of History.

Unless someone has done a special investigation, ordinary people would not know this kind of detailed information so clearly.

This also proves that this girl is indeed the daughter of Xiuzan, the historian of the Hanlin Academy.

An official whispered, "If Mr. Shi had been a little soft-hearted towards the girl, they wouldn't have reached this point."

"What kind of soft-hearted person are you talking about? This Shi guy has completely forgotten that he has a daughter."

"What a cruel heart! Why didn't you just leave your daughter in the countryside as an eyesore? Instead, you tortured her to death. Now, it has become like this."

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The whispering of his colleagues made the muscles on Xiuzhan, the historian of the Hanlin Academy, twitch. Anger surged wildly in his mind. Suddenly, he raised his hands abruptly, grabbed the woman's neck with both hands, and squeezed hard.

"Go to hell! Why don't you just die!"

The woman was suddenly grabbed by the neck and fell to the ground. She didn't have the strength to push away the person who was pinching her neck. She could only slap the hand that was pinching her neck in vain.

"Mrs. Yan!"

Fortunately, this incident was so shocking to everyone that the officials in the box had not yet thought of sending the other girls out.

One of the brave girls ran over and grabbed the arm of Xiuzan, the historian of the Hanlin Academy, trying to save her little sister.

Led by this girl, more than ten girls in the box started to move, some grabbing arms, some pulling hair, trying to save Yan Niang.

Seeing this, the officials in the box also came to help.

Wait until the two people are pulled apart.

Yan Niang covered her neck and leaned on the table, gasping for breath.

The historian Xiu Zuan from the Hanlin Academy was pinned to the ground by a dozen girls. He was unable to move and could only rage helplessly.

"Die!!!"

"Go to hell!"

"Why don't you just die!!!"

The voice of the historian of the Hanlin Academy became louder and louder, as if he wanted his daughter Yan Niang to die quickly.