Unlike what they usually saw, it was truly rare.
Jiang Ziling faintly heard the noise outside the door from within the house and realized that the situation was grim. He hurriedly leaned on his cane, his steps faltering as he staggered towards the door, intending to defend his wife.
"Constable Lord, please listen, there seems to be some misunderstanding here…"
Before he could finish, a constable swiftly drew a gleaming knife from his waist and held it in front of him. His tone was cold and indisputable, "Any grievances, speak at the court office. Everything will be fairly judged by the County Magistrate Master."
Jiang Ziling's words stuck in his throat, his eyes full of concern and reluctance towards Su Yu.
He looked at the steadfast figure of Su Yu, feeling a mixture of emotions in his heart.
