Although the onlookers knew that Chen Ming was not causing trouble, the answer to the stall owner was indeed wrong and suspected of cheating. However, seeing that the stall owner actually had a head-in-chief nephew, who didn't want to cause trouble, he didn't dare to say anything.

These days, the people do not fight with officials. Although they are just a small captain, they cannot afford to fight with their little bosses.

"Who dares?" Song Ziling blocked his uncle domineeringly.

"Where did the stinky brat come from?" Zheng Dajiang looked at Song Ziling and sneered.

"Where did the stinky captain come from?" Song Ziling replied without showing any weakness.

Many people gasped. This kid was too crazy and even the constable dared to scold him.

Zheng Dajiang and the brothers under him all turned into pig liver color. Zheng Dajiang bit the back groove and said, "Catch this ignorant brat."

Song Ziling smiled contemptuously on his face, and hooked his fingers at them and said, "If you have the guts, come and catch them."

"Zi Ling..." Li's voice was filled with worry.

Song Ziling looked at Li and grinned, and said, "Grandma, don't worry, I can beat ten of them in each of them."

Those constables felt offended and their faces became a little ugly again.

Chen Yi touched his goatee and said, "It turns out that the constables in this imperial city are so indifferent to right and wrong and unreasonable." To be honest, he was a little disappointed. He thought that only those who have little power in small places would bully people with power. Unexpectedly, the people under the feet of the emperor were like this. The captain was the nephew of the stall owner, so he believed his uncle's words and took them directly, and had never asked anyone else a question.

Huier was watching the show excitedly. She was not worried that the young master and Lord Shen would be taken away by these people. She was waiting for the young master and the others to announce their identities, and waiting for these constables to be slapped in the face.

"Mr. Shen?" A clear male voice rang out.

The onlookers looked around, Lord Song? Where is Lord Song?

Lu Wenqin squeezed out of the crowd and bowed to Chen Ming and said, "What a coincidence, Lord Shen, you are coming out to enjoy the lantern festival too!"

"Uncle Lu." Song Ziling raised his head and called out.

Lu Wenqin looked at him and smiled, "Young Master is here too."

He originally brought Wenzhi and Qiu'er out to watch the lanterns. When he passed by, he suddenly heard Song Ziling's voice. He heard something happened in his voice, so he asked Qiu'er and Wenzhi to wait outside and come and see what was going on.

When he heard Lu Wenqin call Lord Chen Mingshen, the constables changed their faces. Is this young man an official?

"Mr. Shen, what happened?" Lu Wenqin glanced at the detectives.

Chen Ming smiled and said, "It's nothing. I'm guessing riddles here. I've guessed correctly, but the stall owner said I've guessed wrong. He also called his nephew to come and said that I'm taking me off here and taking me back to the yamen prison."

Lu Wenqin said: "Mr. Shen is the top scholar who was personally appointed by the emperor. You should not guess wrong. Let me see what the puzzle is."

He said this just to announce Chen Ming's identity.

The emperor's top scholar?

The stall owner and the constables were so scared that the emperor appointed the top scholar, wasn't the brother-in-law of the general Song Heng, the country's general? So, isn't this kid the second young master of the general's mansion?

Song Ziling said: "The puzzle is written every fifteen days. My uncle guessed that he was fat, but the stall owner insisted on saying that he was swollen."

Lu Wenqin thought for a while and said, "It should be fat."

Suddenly, when he saw the sign standing next to the stall, he understood why the stall owner said that Chen Ming had guessed wrongly.
Chapter completed!