Someone confessed, which made things easier. All they needed to do was sign and press their marks on the previously registered complaints.
These would be submitted together to He Xuran for review and sentencing.
When these people were first detained, their mouths were tightly sealed, and no matter what, they wouldn't open up, each claiming loudly.
But half a month later, they were tortured to the point of begging for death.
Outside, the sky gradually brightened, and all the officials looked fatigued, drinking strong tea to stay alert.
Except for two people.
One was He Xuran, and the other was Yang Weiweng.
He Xuran was full of energy; for the sake of solving a case, he could go three days and nights without sleep or rest.
Yang Weiweng despised corrupt officials the most and couldn't wait to convict them, so he could account to the common people.
He Xuran set down the brush in his hand and rubbed his wrist.
"How are things outside?"
