"Hurry up. You, go get a bucket of hot water and let them wash their faces."
Shang touched his face with a bad feeling.
He had been blown by the ice-cold wind for a few hours. His lips were dry and his face was bruised. He felt as if he had been pricked by needles when he touched his skin. He immediately retracted his hand and looked around for a mirror.
After the others had put on their clothes, County Magistrate Zheng turned around and put down his hand that was holding his forehead. "Ask them to leave."
Shang sighed and immediately waved his hand to his guards. "Go. Wait outside."
"Take a good look at your face." County Magistrate Zheng took a mirror from behind the screen and threw it to the other party. "Who on earth have you offended? How were they able to sneak into your residence and turn you into this state?"
