Atop the court, the wooden block was raised high and then dropped heavily, as a stick marked with 'eighty' was tossed aside by Han Yue.
Han Yue had closed the case on the spot.
"Administer eighty lashes and banish her to the Bitterly Cold Place! Bring her forward, drag her away!"
"No, oh, Official Pang... Official Pang!!"
Old Lady Cui, kneeling, crawled towards Official Pang, completely panicked by now.
"Save me, save me oh! For the sake of my son, you are his wife's superior, Official Pang, I beg you to save this old woman!"
Official Pang snorted lightly, "This officer has not yet settled scores with you, and yet you are so eager to come forth!"
Her eyes were filled with annoyance, and from Official Pang's expression, one could tell that even if Old Lady Cui were not to be exiled, even if she could escape this calamity, Official Pang would likely not let her off easily...
When the dust had settled, Dong Huiying shoved a small porcelain-white bottle into Han Yue's hands.
