"Oh," Ji nodded respectfully.
Su Qingyue asked again who had lost the moneybag, weighed it in her hand and found it quite light, guessing there wasn't much money in it. "I'll keep the last unclaimed moneybag," she said.
With that, she tucked the moneybag into her sleeve.
_ She looked down at the thief beneath her feet and said with a smile, "Thief brother, you're not dead yet, are you?"
She asked the crowd, "Should we send the thief to the Official Residence?"
An old granny in her seventies cried, "Miss, I don't know if you're aware, but this thief is a habitual offender, nicknamed Lai Zitou. Last time he stole my moneybag, a kind-hearted hero caught him on the spot and sent him to the Official Residence. But within a few days, he was released, claiming he had connections with a certain prison guard who had bribed the county magistrate. He became even more brazen, stealing from my house then purposely seeking revenge, and he took all my savings for the past few years!"
