"Madam, kindness cannot be settled with money, nor can it be lost no matter who says it is." He said.

Cheng Jiaoniang smiled again.

"So, it doesn't matter whether you say it or not." She nodded and said, "The speaker has no intention, and the listener has the intention."

"Did the lady do these things intentionally or unintentionally?" Feng Lin asked.

"Do you need to take care of what my wife is doing?" Banqin couldn't help but stand up and said.

Feng Lin looked sad and bowed to salute.

"Feng Lin is seeking his own government in his position. What the lady does is no longer her private matter, but a matter of state and world affairs. Feng Lin has no choice but to ask." He said slowly.

Han Chang looked at Feng Lin with mixed feelings in his heart. The censors had heard that Zhao was as confident as a wolf and a tiger, and when he opened his mouth, he could only stab others with his sword. When did it feel like he was cutting himself with a knife like this?

It's painful to say it, but it's also painful not to say it.

Cheng Jiaoniang smiled and raised her hand to signal Banqin to sit down.

"You want to know this." She said and nodded, "Of course I do things with intention."

"Do you want to gather people for the road festival?"

"Have a heart."

"Extending arms and bows do you want to take credit?"

"Have a heart."

"Does the music of Jingzhai deliberately prevent people from hearing it?"

"Have a heart."

The questions were difficult and the answers were quick. In just a few words, Han Chang and his son felt that the atmosphere in the room was even more stagnant, as if it was difficult to breathe.

"Is the lady doing all this intentional?"

"People naturally do things with their own intentions and desires."

Following this question and answer, there was a silence in the room.

The question and answer lasted only a few words, but Feng Lin seemed to have exhausted all his strength after a court confrontation.

"Ms. Cheng, it's not impossible to ask for something, it's just that the means are too much." He sighed and said.

"I have a clear conscience." Cheng Jiaoniang said.

Feng Lin was trembling slightly.

"What a clear conscience." He suddenly raised his voice and sat up straight.

This sound also startled Han Chang and his son.

"You manipulate the public opinion below and seduce the emperor's heart to seek your own selfish interests. You know clearly that the theories of ghosts and gods are overwhelming, but instead of avoiding them, you only add fuel to the flames. You fool the people, confuse the courtiers, and influence the government, military, and national affairs. Do you have a clear conscience?

"Feng Lin shouted.

"Master Feng..." Han Chang couldn't help it anymore. After all, the person opposite was just a little girl. She was scolding her so fiercely and her words were so scary. It was really...

"Speak well if you have something to say."

Not even the emperor could stop the censor's impeachment proposal, let alone such a small county magistrate, his words were as silent as a stone dropped into the sea.

Feng Lin just looked at Cheng Jiaoniang solemnly, waiting for her answer.

Cheng Jiaoniang's face remained calm and she nodded.

"I have a clear conscience," she said again.

"A man should act as if he is straight from the point of view." Feng Lin sighed and said.

Cheng Jiaoniang smiled slightly.

"Ms. Cheng is just a little girl," she said.

Having said that, there was nothing more to say. Feng Lin raised his head and took a deep breath.

"Ms. Cheng, Feng Lin hopes that you can ask yourself to leave Beijing." He said.

Cheng Jiaoniang smiled and shook her head.

"I'm afraid this will disappoint you," she said, "I don't want to leave Beijing yet."

Feng Lin looked at her, and the hands on his knees, which had never shaken even the slightest trace of dozens of lives and deaths, were trembling slightly.
Chapter completed!