PFC Chapter 195 True and False Ling Wenzhan (2)
Chapter 195 True and False Ling Wenzhan (2)
After walking around like this, Eunuch Defu was so shocked that his eyes almost popped out of his head, but he could only tell the truth:
"Sir, this method of blood recognition may be inappropriate."
"This water was picked up by Little Li from two random stores that this old servant asked him to pick up and use at random. I can guarantee that there is absolutely no problem with the people and the water."
"According to this method, the eldest and second sons are both born to the old lady. The blood of the two brothers cannot mix. I am infertile, but there are at least two people present whose blood can mix with mine."
Eunuch Defu gave a signal with his eyes, and Little Lizi pointed out a guard and a maidservant beside the eldest lady, implying that these two people had the same blood as him.
In fact, he couldn't even pronounce the two men's names.
"My lord, this method is not feasible."
After signaling his men to hand over all the blood bowls that were pressed with the record sheets, Eunuch Defu turned around and went back behind the screen.
The blood test for identification of kinship turned out to be unreliable, and the biggest trump card became useless. At that moment, the three views of everyone present were overturned, and even the prefect was confused and collapsed.
At this time, Mr. Mu came out in time to answer the question:
"Sir, I have something to say but I don't know whether I should say it or not."
"Mu Yu... Doctor Mu, please speak."
Raising his hand, Mr. Bao’s attitude was very respectful.
"Sir, I have been traveling abroad for the past three years. I was injured accidentally and had to recuperate in a small village. I encountered this situation at that time. I heard that some people are born with 'universal blood'. To put it simply, their blood can blend with everyone in the world."
"So, blood test is not inaccurate, but it cannot be used as the only criterion."
"Besides, there should be quite a few people in this world who possess universal blood. It's just that no one knows about it because they haven't encountered it or verified it before."
"I never thought about this question seriously before, but now it seems to be true."
"So, people whose blood is mixed are not necessarily related by blood, but people whose blood is not mixed are definitely not related by blood. So, it is not surprising that the blood of this young man and my daughter can be mixed with the old lady's."
"This does not mean that this young man is the old lady's son. Of course, it also does not mean that he is not the old lady's son. Whether this young man is the old lady's son or not, I hope you can make a clear judgment."
After Mr. Mu's explanation, everyone understood, and their original doubts, fears and various speculations disappeared.
Of course, they would not have thought that the accident that happened to Mu Lianzhi was not an accident at all. She had been prepared for it. In fact, there was something wrong with her blood. She could melt it if she wanted to, and not melt it if she didn't want to.
Things are back to square one.
Afterwards, Ling Wenzhan verified his handwriting, birthmark, literary talent and some other facts to prove his identity, but because the blood test for kinship was not accurate, it went without saying that several officials could not guarantee that there was no fraud in these aspects.
In the end, Mr. Bao still gave the choice of judgment to people familiar with the Marquis's family. However, except for the old lady who gave a "positive" answer, the others were noncommittal but did not dare to guarantee the truth.
At this time, Beitang Yi said:
"Sir, if even the people who are most familiar with you can't give an accurate answer to whether it is true or false, who else can tell for sure? Why not decide by voting? Let the people who are familiar with you make the judgment between true and false first, and then you can handle it according to the conclusion."
"In addition, there are two married young ladies in the Marquis' Mansion. We have known each other for a long time. We might as well ask them to give us a result."
"The Marquis' Mansion should have no objection, right?"
"Even if the odds are 50-50, there's still a hunch and a bias!"
"Appearance, voice, height, these things that are most immutable by nature have changed so much. Everything else is one-sided. The handwriting can be imitated. Even the files of the imperial examinations back then, the Marquis' Mansion had a bachelor of the Imperial Academy. It is not impossible to use some connections or to replace the original with a fake. The old lady loves her son so much and her eyes are dim. It is possible that she was taken advantage of by someone with ulterior motives."
"At least from the perspective of an outsider, I cannot accept that so many different people are the former Ling Er Gongzi who was quite elegant and charming."
"At least we should listen to the accurate judgment of the majority of familiar people before making a conclusion, right?"
Once Beitang Yi spoke, who dared to say it was wrong? What's more, what he said made sense.
No objections were raised behind the screen, so Bao sent someone to do it. And he was very considerate. Fearing that everyone would lose face or influence each other's judgment, Bao separated several people with a screen, allowing them to consider carefully and even ask questions in class before making a decision. The decision was also written on paper and was anonymous.
The result is to draw a "circle" or a "cross", leaving room and face for everyone.
Sang Xi and Ling Yuchi each asked a question, both of which were about things that happened more than ten years ago or even when they were children. The old lady and Ling Wenzhan thought that the two were just pretending, so Ling Wenzhan didn't think about it carefully and just answered casually when he couldn't remember. Little did he know that the questions they asked were all carefully selected and extremely well-thought-out.
Although they didn't show it on their faces, they all had their own ideas in their minds.
The area around the government office has always been considered one of the safest places in the capital, where only the rich and powerful live. The Prince of Fuguo's Mansion and the Sang Mansion are not far away.
Soon, Ling Feier was invited.
When she first saw Ling Wenzhan, although she had heard her mother talk about it before and was mentally prepared, she was still frightened, but she tried not to show it on her face. Ling Wenzhan greeted her and she nodded in response.
Mr. Bao told her the reason why he invited her here. She glanced at everyone out of the corner of her eye and saw that the old lady nodded at her. Jiang didn't make any obvious hints but her eyes were wide open, showing her nervousness. Her mind started to work rapidly.
The incident with Hua Shuolei broke her heart. Now she actually had a lot of dissatisfaction with the Marquis family and didn't want to get involved in anything related to them.
But since it was here, she had to make the best of it and couldn't avoid it, so she weighed the pros and cons.
In fact, she knew the reason for this public trial very well, and she also knew that the person in front of her was her second uncle who unfortunately died. She glanced at Mu Lianzhi on the side and fell on Ling Wenzhan who was sitting in a wheelchair in the middle. Just as she was looking at him and thinking about what questions to ask to pass this test, she suddenly discovered that a black mole on the good half of Ling Wenzhan's face near the temple was gone.
Soon, the notes from the old lady and her party were collected one after another, and the screen between the three seats was removed. After several adults had a look at them one by one, Mr. Bao looked at the audience again:
"Princess, do you have a conclusion?"
"Sir, my second uncle and I are of different genders. We don't interact much and we haven't seen each other for a long time, so I can't give a definite answer right now. He does look a bit like my second uncle, but I remember that my second uncle has a mole here, but he doesn't..."
She pointed with her finger, and her meaning and attitude were self-evident.