With the matter left to Sima Yifeng, Song Yaoyao finally breathed a sigh of relief.
That day, as Song Yaoyao was driving home after finishing work, a man rushed out and blocked the car.
Song Yi immediately hit the brakes!
Fortunately, the car had been moving slowly. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unthinkable.
Once the car stopped, Song Yaoyao jumped out, walked up to the man, and said angrily:
"What is wrong with you? Don't you know how dangerous that is?
Traffic regulations were issued a while ago, and officers read them aloud to the people on the streets every day. Haven't you heard them?
You..."
Song Yaoyao wanted to continue, but the man before her had already dropped to his knees.
His action startled Song Yaoyao, but she still demanded an explanation:
"Your Highness, I know."
"You knew, and you still dared to rush out?"
"Your Highness, this commoner truly had no other choice. That was why I resorted to this!"
"What do you mean?"
"Your Highness, I have suffered an injustice!"
"If you have suffered an injustice, you can go to the yamen!"
"But in my heart, Princess Jiahe is the fairest of all. You would never favor the powerful and privileged.
That is why this commoner came."
"What do you mean?
Does your case involve someone powerful?"
"Yes, Your Highness."
By then, people had gradually begun gathering around Song Yaoyao and the others.
If this continued, they would cause a traffic jam!
Song Yaoyao said to the man before her:
"Let's do this. Come to the yamen with me."
"Yes."
"Get in the car first."
The man looked at Song Yaoyao's car. How could someone like him be worthy of riding in such a vehicle?
He declined:
"This commoner knows the way to the Capital