ASTRP -Chapter 60 Feng Jingge Killed Someone?

They had switched souls, not brains.

With Xiao Jinghan’s cold and detached personality, did the magistrate’s office really think they could make him suffer?

It was more likely the office was courting death.

Feng Jingge walked out with Qing Shan.

“Qing Shan, tell me exactly what happened.”

“How did your master get taken away by the authorities? And what did the magistrate’s office say?”

Qing Shan immediately explained everything in detail.

“This is how it happened…”

In the afternoon, seven or eight people suddenly appeared outside the mansion gates.

There were men and women, mostly women.

They sat right at the gate crying and wailing, shouting injustice and accusing Feng Jingge of murder, screaming about justice and heaven’s fairness.

Their commotion quickly drew the attention of passersby.

Soon, more and more people gathered.

The group then started kowtowing at the gates, banging their heads until they were bleeding.

Somehow, whether intentionally or not, the crowd was stirred up. They suddenly became furious and began throwing rotten eggs and vegetables at the mansion…

The news reached Xiao Jinghan, who immediately left the residence.

However, just as he stepped out, people from the Jingzhao Prefecture arrived.

And so Xiao Jinghan went with them…

After hearing this, Feng Jingge rolled her eyes.

“Qing Shan, can you repeat things properly next time?”

“It was clearly your master who went with them voluntarily.”

“How did it turn into being arrested?”

Qing Shan froze. “Either way, he went. What’s the difference between going along and being taken away?”

Feng Jingge: “……”

Fine. You win.

While talking, they reached the mansion gate.

The steward and servants were cleaning up, and the air still carried a strange, unpleasant stench.

The ground wasn’t fully cleaned yet—there were visible blood stains, rotten vegetables, egg shells…

When the steward saw Feng Jingge, he hurried forward.

“Greetings, Your Highness.”

The servants also quickly bowed. “Greetings, Your Highness.”

“Mm.”

Feng Jingge responded lightly and boarded the carriage under everyone’s gaze.

Qing Shan was about to drive toward the magistrate’s office when a white figure suddenly rushed out.

“Your Highness!”

“Your Highness! Your Highness!”

Qing Shan frowned as he saw the person wearing a veiled hat.

He jumped down from the carriage, sword already drawn, blocking the person’s path.

Before he could ask, the person lifted their veil.

“It’s me—Feng family’s second miss, Feng Mingyue.”

“You?” Qing Shan frowned deeper. “What are you doing here?”

Feng Mingyue lowered her head. “I have something important to tell Your Highness.”

“Perfect timing. Your Highness has urgent matters and no time for your nonsense.”

Qing Shan’s attitude was cold. The mistress of his household had just been taken by officials, yet this woman didn’t go to the magistrate’s office to help—instead, she came to see the prince.

Her intentions were clearly disgusting.

Inside the carriage, Feng Jingge heard voices outside—clearly a woman speaking.

She couldn’t hear clearly, but she frowned.

What is Qing Shan doing? He was just anxious moments ago, and now he’s chatting with someone?

She pushed open the window and leaned out.

The woman’s voice became clear:

“Your Highness is going to the magistrate’s office to save the eldest sister, right?”

“I know who framed her!”

……

At the Jingzhao Prefecture, the magistrate Wang Zhizhi sat high in the hall.

Two rows of guards stood with long staffs.

In the center of the hall, seven or eight people knelt, wailing loudly, shouting for the murderer to pay with blood.

Wang Zhizhi felt his head pounding.

He looked at the accused—Feng Jingge.

She stood there cold and indifferent, completely unaffected by the chaos.

But he was troubled.

Her father was a Minister, ranked above him.

And Feng Jingge herself had recently offended the Regent, becoming a maid in his residence.

Though called a maid, the Regent took her everywhere he went.

More importantly, it was said the Regent’s residence had no women at all—Feng Jingge was the first.

And now she was labeled a maid… but who knew what that really meant?

As for her killing someone? With that small frame?

The magistrate’s thoughts churned endlessly.

The scribe leaned in. “My lord, if we don’t start the trial soon, someone may die.”

The magistrate snapped back to reality.

Just then, he saw a middle-aged woman banging her head so hard it was bleeding, yet she didn’t stop.

This was… really going to kill someone.

He slammed the gavel.

“Bang!”

No effect.

The cries and arguments only grew louder.

Xiao Jinghan glanced at the magistrate.

The magistrate repeatedly struck the gavel and shouted for silence with the scribe’s help. Finally, the hall quieted—but only for a moment.

The noise started again.

The magistrate lost his temper.

“From now on, anyone speaking without permission will be thrown out!”

“Yes, my lord!”

Finally, silence returned.

“Court is in session!”

Staff struck the ground. “Order! Order!”

The magistrate asked, “Who are you and why are you beating the drum?”

“We are…”

“We are…”

“I am…”

They all spoke at once, overlapping and chaotic.

The magistrate slammed the gavel again. “Silence!”

He pointed at a middle-aged woman.

“You speak.”

The woman said angrily:

“I accuse Feng Jingge of murder!”

“My brother Li Congming worked as a servant in the Feng household. A few days ago, they suddenly sent word saying something happened to him.”

“When we arrived, we saw his corpse. They said he fell while climbing and died accidentally.”

“We believed it at first, but later the mortuary master said it didn’t look like a fall—it looked like he was beaten to death.”

“Later, we overheard Feng guards saying my brother was beaten to death by Feng Jingge!”

“My poor brother did nothing wrong, yet she killed him without reason!”

“You vicious woman!!!”

Her eyes were bloodshot as she glared at Xiao Jinghan, as if wanting to tear him apart alive.