People crowded around the prison cart as it made its way to the south gate, while Jiang Wang went against the flow.
He did not know the circumstances leading up to this, nor did he have a profound sense of whether the officials of Jia City were just.
Although public sentiment was tumultuous, he knew well that public sentiment could easily be manipulated. It would not serve as a basis for his judgment.
All he could see was that the young physician named Sun Ping had his tongue cut out.
This was not an appropriate matter, especially when he was subjected to public spectating.
Whether it was punishment or penalty,
The man could not speak. He could not defend himself before the crowd.
People could only listen to one voice, that of the crime bulletin which was being continuously read aloud.
Thereby leading to a singular public opinion.
On this point alone, Jiang Wang was unwilling to concur.
He moved against the tide of people.
