"Good!" Lin Lang clapped his hands, "Let's do as madam said."
Soon enough, Government Officials were parading the streets, beating gongs and drums to spread the news.
Two hours later, within the grand hall of the Baimu County Governor's Office, there was a mighty and unyielding atmosphere. Dai Zhigao had already been stripped of his official hat, kneeling on the hall floor, all his former arrogance gone. Beside him lay the already dead Chen Mingzhu and the barely alive Chen Dongliang.
As it was a public trial, the common people had already gathered in a circle.
Lin Lang was the Governor, a figure not typically seen by ordinary folk, and one ranked much higher than the County Magistrate. Such a direct trial of a local official was indeed rare. Though it was said grievances could be aired, no one dared to come forward, fearing it might be mere formality, and the commoners would be the ones to suffer. So, everyone watched with anticipation.
