Besides lying down, I also know a little about power struggles

Chapter 163 Apologize to Her
"Have you had enough of this?" Feng Twelve looked at the man with a bruised face and nose on the ground and said coldly, "When did the Dali Temple start bullying people by taking advantage of their power?"

Liu Yin covered his forehead with his hands. He didn't protect his face when he fell just now, and his forehead hit the stone slab, forming a big bump.

He stood up with the help of the yamen runners and felt a burning pain in his cheekbones. He reached out and touched it, his fingertips were wet and stained with a few traces of blood.

He clenched his teeth, shocked and angry: "Your Highness, I am performing my official duties!"

"The person has been tested and there is no problem." Feng Twelve said in a calm tone.

Liu Yin straightened his official hat and said, "If she is not Bing Qi, who else could she be?"

"Of course it's Fang Tong."

"Fang Tong?" Liu Yin showed a mocking smile, "Your Highness, I know the relationship between you and this woman. You picked her up on your way south. It is said that she has been following you and now lives in your house."

Feng Twelve's eyes were calm: "So what?"

Liu Yin snorted: "I heard that this woman's identity is unknown. Even if she is not Bing Qi, she is still suspicious."

"Who said her identity is unknown?" Feng Twelve looked at him and said indifferently, "Fang Tong is from Yuezhou, Dazhao. Her ancestral home is Pingnan. Her parents died when she was five years old. She was raised by her uncle and took her mother's surname. Her uncle was a silk merchant who traveled between the north and the south. Two months ago, Fang Tong was escorted by the family servants to return to her hometown to pay homage to her parents. On the way, they encountered bandits and all the servants were killed. Fang Tong luckily escaped to the forest and was rescued by me."

He revealed Fang Tong's identity in just a few words.

Liu Yin was stunned.

His lips moved a few times as if he was about to refute.

Feng Twelve looked straight at him: "Liu Sizhi, do you have anything else to say?"

Liu Yin gritted his teeth and said, "I heard that this girl has lost her memory. How can she remember all this?"

"Liu Sizhi has found out everything," Feng Twelve said slowly, "Since you knew she had lost her memory, why did you say she was an assassin? Are you trying to take advantage of her and confuse right and wrong?"

There were a few sneers at the table, and the Seventh Prince threw a few beans into his mouth, chewing them with a loud crunch.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Liu Yin refused to admit Feng Twelve's accusation and defended himself, "I am just inferring based on common sense. If she really hurt her head, why did she remember her origins so quickly? Your Highness, aren't you afraid of being deceived?"

"Who can tell the truth about medical matters?" Feng Twelve said coldly, "Besides, who said she recovered her memory?"

Liu Yin was stunned again.

Then Feng Twelve said, "I am different from Liu Sizhi. If I want to take someone in, I will find out her background. I learned all this after sending people to investigate, not just based on one person's words."

"How did you find out?" Liu Yin was obviously unconvinced. "Even the magistrate of Linshui County couldn't find out the origins of this woman that day."

Feng Twelve looked at him with an unclear expression in his eyes. After a moment, he raised his lips and said, "Liu Sizhi is really well-informed. He just got the portrait this morning and even the county magistrate of Linshui County came to ask about it."

“……” Liu Yin was speechless.

Linshui County is far away from the capital, and he doesn't have wings, so how could he possibly meet the magistrate of Linshui County?

When several guests sitting nearby heard this, they all showed meaningful expressions.

These people may not be good at political tactics, but they have a keen sense of smell for conspiracy.

As soon as Liu Yin arrived today, they felt that there was something fishy about this matter. How could a mere Si Zhi be so bold as to snatch someone from the prince, unless he was absolutely sure that Fang Tong was a fugitive.

But where does this confidence come from? When did the Dali Temple become so efficient in handling cases?
If there is no one behind this, no one would believe it.

Looking at Liu Yin again, he seemed to have his throat pinched. He was silent for a long time, and finally uttered: "I just heard something."

Not willing to be outdone, he immediately added, "His Majesty the Twelfth Prince said that this girl has an uncle. I wonder where her uncle is?"

Feng Twelve's expression was calm: "The sixth household in Yueya Lane, Qingpingfang, the Fang residence." His words were true and did not seem to be false. Not only Liu Yin was surprised, but even Fang Tong stared at him and blinked gently.

The sixth household in Yueya Lane, Qingpingfang, was the property she bought in Beijing some time ago, but where did this uncle come from?

"Fang... Fang's house?" Liu Yin seemed to be overwhelmed by the successive pieces of news and seemed a little incoherent.

"Have you found out everything?" The Seventh Prince asked loudly, "Liu Sizhi, why are you so slow in handling the case at the Dali Temple? Do you still want people to drink and have fun?"

Liu Yin's face turned red, and blood seeped from his cheekbones, condensing on his face, looking both scary and funny.

"I will go to Fang's house to verify." After saying this, he was about to leave with the yamen runners.

"Wait a minute," Feng Twelve said, "You recognized the wrong person and you're just going to leave like that?"

Liu Yin paused and turned around: "What does the Twelfth Prince want?"

"Apologize." Feng Twelve said.

Liu Yin was silent for a moment, then he said through gritted teeth, "I haven't checked Fang's house yet."

Feng Twelve moved his lips expressionlessly: "You and I both know that Fang Tong is innocent. If you don't apologize now, I will go to the Dali Temple to ask the Dali Temple Lord for an explanation after you have checked the Fang residence."

The Dali Temple Chief is the head of the Dali Temple. Liu Yin is only a sixth-rank official and he may not see him very often. It would be fine if he said that he caught the fugitive today, but Fang Tong is not the person he is looking for. How can he explain to his superiors?

He frowned and said, "Your Highness, what good will it do you to make this matter worse?"

Feng Twelve: "You should know from coming here today that no matter what the outcome of this matter is, it will not end well."

If Fang Tong's identity as an assassin from Bai Niao Pavilion is confirmed, Feng Twelve or the Crown Prince will be implicated.

He didn't believe that Liu Yin had never thought about it, but there are always some people in the world who are blinded by the immediate benefits.

Liu Yin's expression changed again and again.

"I apologize." He said to Feng Twelve.

Feng Twelve ignored his apology and pulled Fang Tong in front of him: "Not to me, but to her."

Fang Tong blinked innocently.

From just now until now, she has been like a spectator, and only now has she begun to feel a little aware of herself as a party involved.

Feng Twelve wanted to use Liu Yin's mouth to clear her name and completely clear her of suspicion.

Of course Liu Yin understood Feng Twelve's intention. He had a complicated expression and hesitated for a while. If the look in his eyes when he looked at Fang Tong could turn into a knife, he would have cut her into pieces countless times.

However, Fang Tong remained calm and faced Liu Yin's gaze quietly, without any sign of timidity.

This kind of demeanor made others feel that she was innocent.

Liu Yin clenched his fists. Even though he had cursed Fang Tong and Feng Twelve hundreds of times in his heart, he still had to open his mouth at this moment.

"Miss Fang, I——"

Before he could finish his words, a figure jumped over.

That was none other than Jiawu.

Jiawu broke free from the ropes at some point, and took out a short blade from his hand and stabbed Fang Tong in the face.