The Record of Righteousness

Wan Qing glanced at the large crowd of people kneeling in the audience and asked softly:

"Who in the audience is the eldest son of the yellow thief?"

"As an adult, I am a villain."

A handsome-looking man slowly raised his head and replied in a trembling voice. He looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old.

"What's your name?"

"The villain's name is Huang Zixuan"

"Well, do you know about your father's collusion with the White Lotus Sect?"

Huang Zixuan's heart trembled, he swallowed, and was so frightened that he lost his mind.

Collude with the White Lotus Sect!

This is a huge crime!

He did not dare to look directly at the high official in the court, but lowered his head and whispered:

"The villain doesn't know."

"You are hesitant in your reply. You are so unsure. It seems that our family is harboring evil intentions. You just don't want to tell the truth."

But he saw Wan Qing's eyes wide open with anger, like an angry demon, pointing at Huang Zixuan and saying hatefully:

"Left and right, really hit this guy fifty times, and then put on the stick after the beating!"

"yes!"

The other two government officials agreed, holding Huang Zixuan down and roughly pulling his gorgeous robe apart, instantly revealing two pieces of white flesh.

The officials on the left and right had been waiting for a long time, and then they hit Huang Zixuan's butt firmly with the stick in their hands.

The silence in the yamen frightened everyone else, leaving only the dull sound of banging boards and miserable howls, beating everyone's heart like a drum.

Huang Zixuan's eldest sister was a shrewd person. Seeing her brother and father being beaten so severely, she felt extremely uncomfortable, but she could no longer remain silent.

But seeing that this high official was a ruthless master, he could not be persuaded by force, so he took advantage of the fact that he was a woman and cried out tenderly and aggrievedly:

"I hope you will take pity on the little girl. The blood of the little girl and her family is thicker than water. I hope you will be merciful. It will not be too late to make a decision after seeing it clearly!"

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Wan Qing exploded like a barrel of gunpowder. He started to slap the case and pointed at the eldest daughter of the Huang family with an angry face and cursed like a river.

"Our family works hard here to enforce the law impartially. You are a relative of thieves and prisoners, but you are a prostitute and a thief who is as despicable as a pig or a dog. Do you have any say in our family's handling of the case?"

"This imperial court hall is as clear as running water. You entered this place and polluted this holy place. You just paid it back without saying a word, but you took the initiative to mention it shamelessly. Don't blame our family for being ruthless."

The eldest daughter of the Huang family was frightened by the furious Wan Qing, and was stunned on the spot. She was stunned for a moment.

But then he heard Wan Qing's instructions for tolerance and said harshly:

"These relatives of thieves and prisoners are like pigs and dogs. They are so shameless! They stripped off all the clothes of these dozen whores, put them in prison cars and dragged them to the streets for public display."

"If these bitches resist even a little bit, they will be punished for treason and killed without mercy!"

The leader, Dutou, was so happy that he couldn't help but reveal a lustful smile on his face, and responded:

"Yes! Sir, I humbly accept my order."

Immediately with a wave of his hand, he ordered a dozen or so servants to drag out the dozen women, old and young.

I could only hear the women outside the hall crying and begging for mercy, and I could vaguely hear the men yelling and threatening, and then they all stopped and made no sound.

The folk customs in Shandong are conservative. A woman is stripped naked and paraded through the streets. This is a huge scandal and shame. A truly virtuous woman would not want to live afterward.

Wanqing stopped caring about the outside world and let the officials go.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his burning desire to kill and his violent heart, and looked at the eldest son of the Huang family with a gloomy look.

Huang Zixuan was originally the son of the family, a second-generation official. He had never been involved in menial or hard work since he was a child. He was as delicate as a daffodil. How could he have suffered such torture?

However, as soon as twenty boards were laid, Huang Zixuan was beaten until he cried for his father and begged for mercy. Blood was already flowing out of his white buttocks, and the two buttocks turned into ten pieces, just like a beaten watermelon.

Seeing the tragic situation of Xue and Mr. Huang, Wan Qing realized that his hot impulse receded like a tide, took a breath and said:

"If Mr. Huang does it, we will spare you a torture."

"Otherwise, if I fight you for fifty times, let alone a young master like you, even a master of martial arts will be crippled."

Huang Zixuan was holding on to life-saving straws, enduring the huge pain in his lower body, waving his hands randomly, and wailing with tears:

"My lord, my lord, I will attack you! I will attack you! Stop fighting, stop fighting!"

"Say it."

A smile appeared on Wan Qing's face, and he waved his hand to signal the officials on the left and right to stop.

Then he ordered Liu Bianji:

"Master Liu, come and record the confession. This confession will be submitted to the Ministry of Punishment in the future. No word should be left out."

"Yes! Sir."

Liu Bianji was not afraid that Wan Qing would boss him around, but he was afraid that he would ignore him.

Immediately, I was overjoyed and spread out the writing paper on the desk, got my pen and ink and got ready.

Huang Zunzhu had just been beaten fifty times. Seeing that his own son was about to confess, he held back his breath, pointed at him with his torn sleeves, and couldn't help but angrily said:

"You bastard! Stop talking nonsense!"

"Otherwise it will cost our whole family our lives!"

Wan Qing ordered impatiently:

"Stop this bitch's mouth!"

Being gagged by the yamen servant, Huang Zunzhu could only scream at his son. The meaning in his eyes was originally a warning, but it slowly turned into a plea.

Huang Zixuan glanced at his father timidly, and then said softly:

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