"Wei-wu-"
The government officials on both sides slammed the water and fire sticks in their hands, and the dull sound echoed in the county government hall paved with blue bricks, arousing a scalp-numbing trembling sound.
The strong sense of chilling and oppression almost solidified, pressing heavily on the backs of everyone kneeling in the hall.
Shen Yuan knelt on the cold and hard floor tiles.
The stinging pain from his knees, mixed with the waves of dizziness caused by the memory fragments of the original owner, made his stomach churn.
Three days ago, he was a calm and almost cold-hearted forensic doctor in the 21st century. When he opened his eyes again, he became a dandy adopted son in an embarrassing situation and someone who could be bullied in the mansion of the Yongning Marquis of the Dayin Dynasty.
At this moment, he was in a desperate situation.
"Crack!"
The gavel exploded, like thunder exploding in the ears.
