Ye Qiu glanced at Jiang Ning upon hearing his words.
Then he chuckled and said, "Since Brother Jiang has spoken, let's do as he suggests."
Soon after.
He looked at Zhao Hu, "Release him!!"
Upon hearing these words, Zhao Hu immediately released his grip in annoyance.
"Old fool, consider yourself lucky to escape with your life, so you can bury your son."
The old man in his seventies glanced at the people present, his face filled with despair as he picked up the mat bearing his son's body and walked towards the outside.
The County Magistrate had intervened, yet he could not obtain justice for his son.
What could an old man like himself possibly do?
He then proceeded to struggle outside the city walls with the body of his son, searching for a perfect feng shui burial site to lay him to rest.
"Disperse! Disperse!!" Following Jiang Ning's and Ye Qiu's entrance into the Inspection Office, Zhao Hu began to disperse the crowd at the door.
...
Inside the Inspection Office.