In the dark dungeon, the sunlight shone in through the air holes, and dust floated in the light.
Xu Qi 'an stood there for a long time. Then, he felt that he could not let Sir Zheng continue like this, so he entered the cell and put him down.
The body was still warm, and it had been dead for a while.
The judge of the court of judicial review sat outside the cell, wailing.
Xu Qi 'an wasn't particularly sad. She just felt that it was a relief for him to leave just like that.
On the way back to the capital from Chu Zhou, he saw the scholar's spine bend bit by bit, and his figure became more and more hunched.
He was too tired. Carrying the lives of 380000 people, he didn't dare to let himself rest every day, because as long as he had time, that suffocating feeling would catch up to him.
why do you have to do this? you are just a weak civil servant who can't do anything. Those 380000 people didn't ask you to take revenge.
