Upon hearing this, Loo Xiaoshan and the others first breathed a sigh of relief, but when they heard the words about reporting to the authorities, their expressions changed.
Sending us to the authorities is as good as sending us to our deaths! We're just common people with no money or influence; once we go to the Yamen, there's no way we'd come back alive!
Even if they don't kill us, locking us up in prison, how are the women and children in our homes supposed to survive? What would they live off?
Loo Xiaoshan pleaded with reddened eyes, "Scholar's Lady, I know we have no face to ask for mercy—"
"Since you have no face to ask, then don't speak!" Song Chongjin said coldly.
Loo Xiaoshan was left speechless.
He could only signal to the others with his eyes.
The others looked at one another, both relieved to have survived and yet unwillingly.
