Chapter 2010 - 2012: Sent to Prison Awaiting Judgment!

Chapter 2010: Chapter 2012: Sent to Prison Awaiting Judgment!

Everyone looked towards the Prince, waiting for his reply.

Finally, they heard the Prince speak, "In that case, let’s pause the poetry contest for now."

The Magistrate immediately understood and ordered preparations to be made.

Two desks were placed in front, each with ink, paper, and brush!

Then the Magistrate spoke, "The report is in my hand. You can write now. After you’re finished, we will compare it with the report in my possession. The person who wrote the report will become clear!"

The young gentleman standing there looked at Song Wencai with disdain in his eyes, thinking to himself who would refuse to admit defeat until faced with undeniable evidence.

With a slight smile at the corners of his mouth, he reached out to pick up the brush.

Unexpectedly, he used his left hand to hold the brush and began writing the content from that day on the prepared paper.

He now regretted it; afraid of being discovered for framing Yang Ming, he used his left hand to write the report that day. He had been left-handed from a young age until adulthood when he switched to his right hand, so he was adept with both hands but with different handwriting.

Who would have thought that things would turn out this way? Yang Ming wasn’t framed; he indeed brought something, and the whistleblower became a meritorious person and was utilized by the Prince.

If he had known, he would have used his right hand to write, thus avoiding giving Song Wencai an opportunity. Now he must prove he is the commendable whistleblower.

After finishing writing, he handed the paper to the Magistrate, confidently saying, "Student has finished writing. Please, Magistrate, take a look. The report written on that day was with the left hand, hidden on my scalp, brought inside, and later slipped through the door gap of the Proctor’s resting room!"

After speaking, he looked at Song Wencai, only to find Song Wencai hadn’t picked up the brush at all, increasing his look of provocation.

The Magistrate compared the paper handed over by the young gentleman with the report in his hand.

Despite the report being small, it didn’t hinder the comparison; the content and handwriting were identical.

Other officials looked over it one by one, nodding repeatedly.

Seeing their expressions, the young gentleman’s smile grew bigger.

Finally, the Magistrate handed the paper to the Prince for review, then declared, "Prince, the handwriting is identical, the content is perfect!"

The Prince didn’t even glance at the paper but gave a slight smile; he hadn’t expected the fish to be caught so easily.

At this moment, the young gentleman stepped forward again, knelt before the Prince, and said, "Prince, the truth is now revealed. Look, Song Wencai didn’t even pick up the brush because he doesn’t know the contents of the report, can’t replicate the handwriting on it, and doesn’t know how to smuggle it in. He deceived you, and you must punish him appropriately."

Even with the situation reaching this point, the young gentleman didn’t miss the chance to step on Song Wencai, fearing the Prince wouldn’t punish him.

"Guards!"

With the Prince’s command, the young gentleman’s excitement was overwhelming; he felt he was about to be entrusted with responsibilities and rise to prominence, his smile now impossible to hide.

But that smile was utterly detestable in the eyes of the Prince.

"Take this whistleblower to the dungeon and await punishment!"

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone was shocked, especially the young gentleman himself, whose eyes widened in disbelief.

But when the guards stepped forward to seize him, he realized it was all true.

Looking at the Prince incredulously, he demanded, "Why, why are you arresting me!"