Fu Zhuo's face turned cold and he reprimanded in a low voice: "Ignorant! This person has hands, feet, and a shadow, and a warm body, how could they be a ghost! The Imperial Court despises superstitions about evil spirits and ghosts. Speak recklessly again, and don't blame the Yamen for arresting you for a proper trial!"
The crowd fell silent immediately.
"Please, miss, tell us your name and why you are floating on the water. If someone has harmed you, you can speak directly, and if not, please leave quickly."
Fu Zhuo's tone was always cold and stern, devoid of any emotion.
Song Dao unconsciously shivered upon hearing it, let alone others, but the person leaning against the willow tree turned to glance at him and said faintly, "Sui Yi."
Then, step by step, she held onto each tree as she walked away.
The pace was slow.
