"Th-This... We should wait for the Emperor's imperial decree." Faced with the crowd's escalating shouts, Lord Song had no choice but to use the Emperor as a shield.
However, the onlookers weren't buying it.
"The evidence is ironclad, yet you want to wait for the Emperor's decree? Surely the Emperor wouldn't shelter a murderer."
"You refuse to pass sentence with the evidence right before your eyes. Lord Song, what are you afraid of?"
"Is the life of the General's daughter worth less than that of someone from a martial arts sect?"
"Kill him! Kill Yuan Yintang!"
The cries grew louder, and the crowd's indignation surged with them.
Yuan Yintang, lying dying on the ground, regained consciousness. As the voices reached his ears, he shifted his body slightly, and excruciating pain immediately shot through him.
