"Is this really necessary?"
After an incense stick of time, Jing Li's eyes turned red and he gently pulled Qin Zhao's finger: "Let's just leave these things alone, shall we?"
It was almost noon and there were quite a few people on the street, but most of them were in a hurry. Few people stopped to linger or make any noise.
Just because there is a solemn mansion on this street.
Jiangling government office.
"What's wrong?" Qin Zhao raised his hand to wipe away the trace of water from the corner of Jing Li's eyes and asked with a smile, "Are you scared?"
"I..." Jing Li glanced across the street and hesitated, "I just think... there's no need to cause trouble for myself."
Qin Zhao said, "Don't you believe that Boss Chang was framed? Murder cases are unusual. Without solid evidence, the authorities wouldn't arrest someone so easily. Now, no one but us can overturn his conviction. If we do nothing, he will only die unjustly."
"But we have no evidence," Jing Li said. "These are just my guesses. What if he really murdered someone..."
"Whether it is or not, we will know after checking it out."
"But……"
"Xiao Yu, are you being distant with me?" Qin Zhao asked.
"Ah?" Jing Li quickly shook his head, "Of course not, I, I just..."
"But you've always been worried about causing me trouble," Qin Zhao said. "If you think about it this way, my illness has been recurring over the past few months, and you've been taking care of the family while trying to make money outside. Am I also causing you trouble?"
Jing Li was stunned: "I didn't feel that..."
He never felt that Qin Zhao was causing him trouble.
It's not his fault that he's sick.
"I'm not like you who would cause me trouble." Qin Zhao interrupted, "Besides, this matter is not your fault in the first place."
Jing Li pursed his lips and lowered his head: "It's my fault."
If he had not been able to resist intervening in this matter, he would not have made the bet with Ji Zhifei, and the following events would not have happened.
Qin Zhao sighed silently and took Jing Li's hand and crossed the street.
The door of the government office was wide open, with two yamen runners standing on both sides.
Qin Zhao was now quite famous in the government office. The two guards at the gate happened to know him. When they saw him, they came forward and asked, "Isn't this Mr. Qin? What brings you to the government office?"
Qin Zhao bowed to them, raised his hand and pointed at the large drum standing in front of the government office, and said calmly: "Beat the drum to redress the grievances."
The large drum standing in front of the yamen was called the "Mingyuan Drum," and it was used by the people to report grievances to the authorities. Once the drum was struck, no matter what the cause, the yamen would convene to adjudicate the case. This was a rule set by the late emperor.
Even if the person who came was an ordinary citizen, the yamen runners would not dare to look down on him, let alone the fact that the other party was Mr. Qin, who was now very famous in the provincial capital.
The two yamen runners looked at each other and quickly stepped aside to allow Qin Zhao and Jing Li to walk to the drum for appealing for justice.
Qin Zhao pulled out the drumstick and hit the drum hard.
The tranquility on the street was suddenly broken.
The dull drumbeats came slowly and steadily, again and again, yet seemed to strike into people's hearts.
Passersby on the street stopped unconsciously, and in an instant, a dozen or so onlookers had gathered. Qin Zhao knocked the drum more than ten times, and several yamen runners filed out. The lead runner shouted, "Who is beating the drum to complain?"
Qin Zhao put down his drumstick, turned around and saluted him: "I am Qin Zhao."
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