Jiang Shaohua sat at the head of the county government hall, coldly watching the trembling Mr. Jiao.
Chief Historian Chen and County Magistrate Zou sat to the left and right, seated beneath the Commandery Princess. As for Song Yuan, he never sat in such an occasion, standing vigorously by the Commandery Princess's side, his right hand gripping the handle of a knife tightly.
No one dared to speak without the Commandery Princess's order.
The atmosphere in the hall was so heavy and solemn that it suffocated.
Mr. Jiao, kneeling on the ground, felt his heart chilled to despair in just a short moment.
To deal with such a non-influential wealthy merchant like him, the Commandery Princess, who could deploy troops to cut down bandits and dismiss a County Magistrate with just a word, wouldn't even need to lift a finger.
He only regretted being blinded by greed, and further deceived by his father-in-law, jumping into this pit of fire.
