However, the court appeared calm and uneventful, with tranquility under the Emperor's iron-fisted suppression.
At this moment, a small whirlwind was forming in the Daqing Dynasty, and no one knew what shape it would take or when it would erupt.
Recall the fair scenery, do not let it pass in vain.
In the center of the hall stood a fat person and a thin person, initially able to suppress their cries, but as the stick came down again and again, they finally couldn't hold back and cried aloud.
"Father, I won't dare again, sob~sob~ I'll never dare again, it hurts so much."
"Sob~ I won't be naughty anymore, I will listen to whatever you say, please don't hit anymore, sob..."
Pleading voices echoed, crying miserably.
The grey-robed middle-aged man seemed not to hear, as he continued to land the blows one after another.
