In the courtyard, the early summer evening breeze slowly flowed through.
It stirred Song Rong's robe.
The hem of the white tea dress rested on the ground.
Two cats that had darted out from the house were pawing at her dress hem at her feet.
The scene looked tranquil and quietly beautiful.
"You, a mere mortal, even if you defy morals and wreak havoc on people's hearts, the law cannot punish you."
"Some people are dignified because of their high position, while others are dignified because they know the law cannot punish them."
The night was deep, and the words of this authority were frighteningly indifferent, resembling a cold-blooded creature devoid of any emotion.
Song Rong with calm words brought him down from his pedestal.
The authority used a cold tone to drag her from her high place, not just into the mortal world, but to let her roll in a filthy place.
"Song Rong, do you truly have no qualms in your conscience?"
