When I entered Nancheng, there was heavy cold rain floating in the sky.
This trip was originally for transit, and according to regulations, we rested overnight before heading to the state capital.
Until the commoner woman knelt in front of the county government office, holding the paper in her arms, crying until she almost fainted.
Her son Lin Xiaoman, nineteen years old, died in prison. The government said that he committed suicide out of fear of crime, and the file was strangely clean.
I could have left it alone.
But the copper fish talisman in my hand was given by the late emperor - something that the whole Meng family sacrificed their lives for, and it is not something that allows me to live a peaceful life.
On the day of the coffin opening, the whole city came.
Wuzuo knelt on the ground, his voice trembling: "The deceased... Did not hang himself."
I didn't look back, I just looked at the small tomb.
"Lin Xiaoman, you saw it."
——There is still a long way to go.
Purpose: To avenge injustice