"Here, I surrender myself to the Sacred City," Michel said. "I incited Ye Qingxuan to do all the things. He was forced to assist me. I am willing to take all responsibilities and pay the price."
The spectators erupted in shock. Those who had just returned stared at his back with astonishment, then quietly got up, and again left to tell their boss this amazing news. The bathroom of the Sacred Court had never been overcrowded like this since it was built.
More people exchanged their shock with each other, whisper amongst themselves. The noisy muffled sound was heard here and there. There was even a pious priest who came to witness Ye Qingxuan's death denouncing Michel.
"Ridiculous! You—"
"Silence! Silence! Silence!" Borja pounded the gavel many times. The bailiffs got in and expelled the priest who roused this riot. Musicians forcibly pressed down everyone's voice.
