Xie Ling surrounded Lin Xiu, accusing her in the case files of secretly moving the wheat seeds and causing the Cao family's fields to burn. Lin Xiu crushed a piece of scorched wheat from the plate between her teeth. The salty taste was overwhelmingly strong: it was old wheat soaked in brine. Wheat that had truly burned would have turned to charcoal. She asked for the handwriting to be examined. Xie Ling handed her a document appointing her temporary custodian and told her to sign it. She picked up the inkstone and poured ink over the words "of her own free will." The name on this paper isn't mine. What you want is my hand, not my name.
