Er Bao walked forward. Before he could get close to Mo Ruyue, he was stopped by a stick.
"Where did this doll come from? This is the court of the imperial court, not a place for you to play and make noise. Hurry up and leave!"
The bailiff who stopped him said with his eyes wide open.
"Why? We're here to cry our grievances. Do you think you can bully us just because we're children?"
Er Bao had a stomach full of anger. At this time, he could not care about his fear. He glared and shouted back. This made the commoners who were watching laugh.
"This kid is quite powerful."
"That's right. The Yamen doesn't forbid children from crying out their grievances. Let's just listen to other people's grievances."
"That's right. He's so young, but he already knows how to call for his mother's innocence. Whether there's really an injustice or not, the old master will definitely give justice."
"That's right, you can't stop him from talking!"
