It rained heavily on June 16, the 16th year of Taihe.
In the ancestral hall, he knelt on the mat and held someone tightly in his arms. His slender fingers trembled slightly and stroked the long hair of the person in his arms. He didn't care about the blood on his back slowly seeping through the layers of clothes. He kept saying: Father, I started all this. If you want to beat or punish me, come at me. Yu'er is young and he doesn't understand anything. It's all my fault.
The middle-aged man sitting on the right hand side trembled uncontrollably after hearing these words, and cursed hatefully: Evil! What a sin!