"You keep saying Auntie Xie killed your son, what evidence do you have?"
"What evidence do I need? My son clearly followed her, and now he's neither alive nor a corpse. If she hadn't killed him, how could he possibly not have returned home?"
"You old hag, you're talking nonsense. You dare lodge a complaint with the government office without evidence, and even have the county magistrate arrest people? You've got some nerve."
As soon as the old lady finished speaking, Xuexue coldly said, "This is baseless, even a three-year-old knows not to take it seriously. Yet the county magistrate mobilizes forces to our village to arrest someone, and keeps saying my mother is the murderer." At this point, Xuexue paused and looked at the county magistrate, asking, "Sir, may a humble girl dare to ask a question?"
"Of course you can, ask."
Under everyone's watchful eyes, he couldn't very well say she couldn't ask, so the county magistrate reluctantly answered.
