Su Qing and Ji Xiaoying heard someone shouting and looked toward the crowd. They saw a strong man anxiously snatching the drumstick and beating the drum while shouting.
The commoners who were waiting at the entrance of the Yamen to complain made way for him. Everyone's faces became frightened and afraid. They didn't dare to complain anymore and fled in all directions.
"Who's making such a ruckus here?"
Master Qin was in the middle of a trial. His health was not good, to begin with, and he was already exhausted from such a high-intensity trial. When he heard someone shouting to disturb him, he angrily slammed the gavel.
"My Lord,"
The guard brought the person beating the drum to the main hall and saw that the person was so anxious that his head was covered in sweat. When he spoke, he looked flustered.
