"My actions today are not only to warn you, but also to tell everyone in the Marquis' Mansion that the law is unforgiving and crimes must be severely punished!"
After she finished speaking, she raised the dragon-patterned staff high up and was about to drop it, but she saw Xue Zhongfu, Jiang Shuxiu and others coming forward to plead for mercy, and the room was in chaos for a while.
"Mother, please think twice!" Xue Zhongfu pleaded.
"Yes, mother, although Yuanchu was wrong, considering that it is his first offense, I hope you can show mercy." Jiang Shuxiu also pleaded with tears.
Even Xue Shanqiu, who lived in Fanghua Garden, hurried over when he heard the commotion in the Prajna Hall. When he saw his eldest brother was about to be beaten, he immediately knelt down and pleaded with his mother.
Hong Yingrong looked at her children kneeling in front of her and the servants with pleading looks on their faces, feeling mixed emotions.
"The Governor of Jingzhao Prefecture has arrived—"
A loud and majestic announcement suddenly sounded, accompanied by the clang of boots hitting the ground and the crisp sound of spears clashing. A group of officials in official uniforms rushed into the Marquis's residence with great momentum, instantly breaking the tranquility in the Prajna Hall. Everyone looked at each other, their astonishment beyond words.
In panic, Xue Shanqiu involuntarily hid in Jiang Shuxiu's arms. Jiang Shuxiu was also surprised and quickly hugged her sister-in-law.
For Hong Yingrong, the scene of soldiers entering the house was like a replay of an old dream. The painful memories of the house being confiscated in her previous life churned in her mind, making her feel as if she was in another world for a moment, and it was difficult for her to tell whether everything before her was an illusion or reality.
However, a trace of clarity deep in her heart kept alerting her.
We must never repeat the same mistakes!
"ah--"
A heart-wrenching wail pierced the surroundings. As soon as Jingzhao Prefecture Governor Li Zhengxuan stepped over the threshold, he witnessed a thrilling scene.
The old lady of the Marquis' Mansion, Hong Yingrong, suddenly swung down the dragon-patterned staff in her hand.
Accompanied by a short and dull click, the air seemed to stagnate.
Immediately afterwards, a hint of bright red appeared on the shin of the right leg of Xue Yuanchu, the son of Xingyuan Marquis.
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