In Cao's death row in Xianyang City, the soul of a doctor of law passed through Zhang Cang, a legal official. After three days of interrogation, the jailer brought the decapitation meal: a full meal to go on the road. I raised my head and looked directly into Lao Zhao's eyes: Article 230 of the law states that a prisoner on death row who refuses to accept the death penalty may submit a petition to the Tingwei Mansion after the trial. He was stunned for a moment and grinned: Ting Wei personally judged Emperor Zhu Pi, can you still translate it? I held the edge of the wooden shackle tightly: the person who criticized the ink brush was on the east patrol road at the moment. There are still three days left, enough for me to write a memorial.
