Ke Yong looked at the two people kneeling below the hall, one old and one young.
Both were dressed in modest yet elegant silk garments, suggesting a good background.
Ke Yong eyed them suspiciously from head to toe.
The elderly woman's hair was gray, and upon entering the courtroom, she was clearly very afraid.
Her son spoke for her, "Lords, the ten thousand taels were given by our family to Madam Fan."
Before Bai Zhi'er and Feng Fuce could speak, Ke Yong felt unable to remain kneeling.
He raised his voice, "You? Impossible, I've never seen you have dealings with her, so why give her ten thousand silver taels?"
The man glanced at him, his eyes somewhat disdainful.
"Of course you wouldn't know; you, as the governor, have ignored the people."
The man kowtowed to Feng Fuce, "Marquis, my family's surname is Lin, and we have been in river transport. Three years ago, we were driven out of the clan by relatives and had our painstakingly acquired ships forcibly taken and occupied."
