Spare the blade

  The man was frantically kowtowing and begging for mercy, but his words, although pitiful, did not seem to move the manager to spare him.

  After all, here, a slave's life is as cheap as grass, worthless.

  Moreover, the rules of the palace are strict and severe. Whoever dares to do such a despicable thing here will definitely be punished.

  So, the manager of the Wang Fu simply stretched out his hand to signal the servants to take a knife and chop off the man's hands. The people around saw it, and they were all frightened and terrified, with fearful expressions on their faces.

  The man wanted to struggle but was helpless with his hands pinned down, unable to move. In the end, he could only let out a series of miserable cries, causing the temperature around him to drop by several degrees.

  Just as the sharp knife was about to chop off the man's hands, a clear and crisp voice suddenly rang out.

  "Wait!"

  Only two words, but the voice is crisp and moving, like big pearls and small pearls falling on a jade plate, extremely pleasant to the ear!

  At these words, everyone's heart skipped a beat, and even the executioner who was about to strike, paused in his movement, turning his head towards the source of the sound.

  Suddenly, a tall white-clad youth stood out from the crowd.

  Only saw this young man, his face was like jade, with delicate features and a noble appearance without any flaws.

  Although dressed in simple and plain clothes, it's hard to conceal his innate elegance.

  And at this moment, the young man's eyebrows were tightly knitted, and between his eyebrows, there was nothing but discontent and an unhidden sense of justice!

  This man is none other than Su Ying!

  As a police officer, one should eliminate violence and evil, bring peace and security to the people, protect the country and strike down all unlawful activities.

  How could Su Ying, who has always been full of a sense of justice, remain indifferent to such a thing as taking people's lives lightly?!

  "Sir, please spare his hands! Although he did something wrong just now, it's also understandable. He said that there are elderly and young people at home who rely on him for a living. If you cut off his hands now, how will his family be?"

  Su Ying was not afraid of the cold and stern face of the Wang Fu general manager, speaking with a clear and logical tone. The people around her also whispered to each other in small groups, discussing and speculating about what she said.

  "Yes, cut off his hands and he will be a useless person from now on. His family members will probably starve to death!"

  "We are all from poor families, we all rely on our own two hands to support ourselves and our families. If we become useless, isn't that the same as taking the lives of our entire family?"

  "But who can blame? It's all his own fault for doing such a thing! The Fourth Prince's residence is no ordinary place, and he has the nerve to be so reckless here!"

  "Perhaps he was also forced by helplessness, after all, who wouldn't be tempted by ten taels of silver?!"

  "Serves him right!"

  "But even if it's deserved, isn't this punishment a bit too severe!?"

  For a moment, everyone was talking and making a big noise around them, just like in a vegetable market.

  Some people think it's deserved, some express sympathy, each has their own stance, and others are indifferent, watching with a cold eye.

  Upon seeing this, the old steward of the Wang estate scrunched up his eyebrows and his eyes showed displeasure. He immediately opened his mouth to coldly shout.

  "Silence, all of you! No loud noise is allowed within the palace!"

  With a single word from the manager, the originally noisy square immediately fell silent, as if even the sound of a needle falling to the ground could be heard.

  With a sweep of his old eyes, he saw that everyone had quieted down. The manager tightened his lips and those piercing eyes finally fell on Su Ying.