"Whack!" Lu Xuan smacked the gavel and declared with a penetrating gaze and clear voice, "In my opinion, it's clear that you, Wang Pan, stole Han Xian's child during the Lantern Festival and then conspired with your concubine and servants to weave this lie. In truth, this infant is not your child at all."
"I am naturally aloof in disposition. Even if I feel sadness, I cannot cry," Wang Pan stubbornly argued. "As for the Lantern Festival, I never attended it. My household servants can testify for me!"
Lu Xuan sneered, "I expected your denial. Bring in the evidence!"
With the magistrate's command, the yamen runners escorted two individuals forward – a man and a woman. The man appeared to be in his sixties, dressed as a servant, while the woman, in her thirties, was quite attractive.
"I am Xu Er, a humble servant, greetings, lord," the old servant bowed.
"I am Lin Shi, greetings, lord," the woman greeted Lu Xuan.
