Written by: Qian Shan Cha Ke
Crying blood and tears, she pledged a poisonous vow. The gods did not fail her. She was sent back to a decade ago. The legitimate daughter of Jiang family returned from hell.
Forget it, whatever. Since they already claim...
*sigh* Another good for nothing dude...this corrupt official, we are totally judging you. :-(
Translated by : SamAtrey
TLCed by : irisu-san
Edited by : Anks & Ely
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Gusheng
The beauty was like a poisonous flower, with a lethality behind her smile.
Chen Zhao's whole body went soft. His only thought was that Jiang Ruan's gentle argument had already dug numerous traps for him to fall in. Anything he said now would only be perceived as false. From the beginning, he had no chance of winning.
Qian Wan Li was not faring much better than Chen Zhao. Jiang Ruan, undermining the judge in such a way, had made it impossible for the trial to continue. Only, Qian Wan Li had already collected the bribe, so he had put in a great effort to keep up appearances. However, today, this thorny situation had already gone beyond his expectations. Not to mention, Imperial Censor Wang was present as well and had witnessed the whole ordeal. If he stubbornly supported Chen Zhao, it would be hard to convince the people, moreover, he was not sure what Wang Darenwould think of this action. On the other hand, if he supported Jiang Ruan, he would have to return the money that he had already received from Chen Zhao, and he felt really unwilling to do so. Furthermore, he had also planned to ask for a sum of money from Jiang Quan as well, so this gold mine of his could not be squandered away. Only, he needed to think of a way where it could be possible for him to have his cake and eat it too?
But the reality did not allow Qian Wan Li to ponder even for much longer. A moment later, the sound of the beats of a drum[1]fell into the people's ears. Li Mi rushed towards Qian Wan Li and cupped his fist to him. "Qian Daren, there is someone outside, beating the drum of justice."
[1] Gǔshēng( 鼓声 ) - sound of a drum; drumbeat
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Cupping fist in salutation. (and an excuse to include Hu Ge)
To beat the drum of justice, no one had made such a move on East Street before! Everyone knew what kind of a place this government office was. If one really suffered an injustice, shelling out silver was better than beating the drum. If they had no silver with them, even if they beat the drum for a year, no one would care about them and the person might possibly be sent to jail for it.
![[1] Gǔshēng( 鼓声 ) - sound of a drum; drumbeat](https://img.wattpad.com/aca79e01137b44eda9a04bce5bba2bfcd6040f21/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f3151434a4d3674655274525f4c513d3d2d3631303934383037382e313534356566656633323364646431353834303436343033353138302e6a7067?s=fit&w=720&h=720)
