Who was the instigator?
Whoever dared to stand up and admit it would be flogged a hundred times. Would one not become crippled?
Being crippled was fine. One might even die.
In an instant, the people kneeling had turned ghastly pale, except for the seven-year-old boy, who just looked confused. Everyone else was sweating and their buttocks were shaking. The old woman even fainted and collapsed on the ground. She looked as if she exhaled more air than she inhaled.
Feng Jin looked surprised. If the old woman was really scared to death, it would affect the lord's reputation.
The old woman's son, daughter, son-in-law and daughter-in-law looked deeply sorrowful and panic-stricken. The entire hall was noisy.
Leaning against the wall, Jiang Pengji looked at their passionate performance with indifference.