Magistrate Duan waved his hand impatiently, and Zhao Liu tactfully left the room.
The imperial court.
The majestic sounds of the imperial court echoed throughout, sending chills down one's spine.
The unconscious Widow Wang lay on the ground, her hands and feet bound, while Lu Youren knelt on the ground, trembling all over. The village chief and Jiang Ling coldly watched the people in front of them.
With a sharp crack, the gavel slammed down, and all eyes turned to Magistrate Duan.
After Jiang Ling and the village chief bowed to each other, she explained the whole story.
Magistrate Duan was filled with righteous indignation. If it weren't for his status as a magistrate, he would have jumped down and kicked Lu Youren a few times.
"Summon the coroner!" Although everyone knew the outcome, the necessary procedures still had to be followed.
Before long, the coroner appeared in the court, bowed to Magistrate Duan, and then walked up to the child.
Looking at the bluish-purple skin and the already stiff child, the coroner's eyes were filled with contempt as he looked at Lu Youren.
The autopsy results came quickly—death by asphyxiation.
With witnesses and physical evidence present, the trial proceeded quickly.
According to the law at the time, "anyone who kills their own child shall be tattooed on the face and sentenced to hard labor in the city walls, while female prisoners shall be forced to pound rice."
After the trial, Lu Youren was dragged to the back cell by the yamen runners. As for Widow Wang, Magistrate Duan readily arranged for a doctor to prescribe medicine and administer acupuncture.
Widow Wang slowly woke up and saw Jiang Ling and the village chief crying uncontrollably again.
Jiang Ling frowned and offered a few words of comfort, to which the village chief could only awkwardly agree.
Widow Wang's cries echoed for a long time inside the county government office, so plaintive that even those who heard them felt a pang of sorrow.
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