Seeing a young girl with bright eyes and white teeth, as elegant as a fairy, walking steadily with a calm demeanor, Wen Yuanting thought he was mistaken.
Could such a delicate and flower-like girl survive fifty strikes with the cane?
Everyone knows that when the Injustice Bell is struck, the case will be re-examined, but everyone also knows that striking the Injustice Bell is akin to signing one's own death warrant.
Even a strong man can barely bear it; can a young girl endure it?
Wen Yuanting leaned forward, looking at the girl standing in the hall. She resembled the most dazzling red plum of early spring, with a proud spirit, walking slowly as if flowers were blooming beneath her feet with each step.
Wen Yuanting felt that the authoritative words on the tip of his tongue circled back and forth before finally turning into a simple question: "Who stands in the hall, and what is your grievance?"
