Those present, watching the commotion, couldn't help but feel sympathy as they watched Cheng Su's pale face being supported by Qi Taiguo, her weak and unsteady pitiful appearance also evoking a shared sense of distress.
This world has always been unequal. Faced with high officials and strong powers, these rootless common folk have no right to speak. Even with laws in place, it's still the common folk who suffer. They have always been the ones sacrificed.
Thus, even if they suffer a great injustice, they can only admit defeat and dare not pursue it further.
Jiang Conghe had not failed to notice the looks in people's eyes, which spoke of fear and resentment, as their anger flared from their toes to the top of their heads.
It was infuriating, too infuriating. They said it was coercion, but clearly, it was that wretched girl forcing them, playing the weak to garner sympathy.
