The video showed how, on the Vice Minister of Revenue's orders, his men had poured in mercury and applied makeup to those twenty people.
Finally, it showed how they had dressed them in clothes made of paper.
Their work had been seamless, without a single loose thread. If Guagua had not told everyone, no one would have noticed.
Song Yaoyao said angrily:
[That Vice Minister of Revenue really has gall enough to swallow the heavens! He's taken so many lives.]
Guagua: [The Vice Minister of Revenue's mother, the old woman we saw today, plans to send people tonight to dispose of all the paper effigies. That way, no one will ever discover what they did.
After all, Jiang Mengli didn't actually die. Even if they're convicted, they won't receive a death sentence.
But if anyone discovers those twenty corpses, their entire household will die without even a place to be buried.]
At this, Lord Yang had already ordered the bailiff beside him to go to the burial ground.
For now, he needed to deal with Jiang Mengli's case first.
Just then, Jiang Mengli's maternal grandfather arrived and immediately dropped to his knees.
Every few months, he would send things to the Jiang residence, hoping to make his granddaughter's life a little better. Each time they went, however, the Jiang household refused to let them see Jiang Mengli, insisting that the child was doing very well.
They had never suspected anything. As the saying went, even a vicious tiger would not eat its own cubs. Surely Jiang Jingxuan would not harm his own daughter.
He had never expected to hear today that his granddaughter had nearly been buried alive as a funeral sacrifice, and he had rushed straight to the magistrate's office.
Looking at Jiang Mengli, who was little more than