Amid the rubble, Xiao Yong struggled to his feet, dazed from the fall.
Although he felt deeply wronged, he did not dare argue with the furious County Magistrate. He could only plead tearfully:
"My lord, I didn't ask for the money. The Little Princess forced it into my hands."
"Once I learned who the Princess was, I intended to teach that roasted sweet potato seller a lesson on her behalf."
"But when I turned around after teaching him a lesson, the Little Princess had already disappeared!"
But the County Magistrate was too angry to listen to his explanation.
He immediately pointed at Xiao Yong and snarled in fury:
"You still dare to fucking talk back! I'll finish you right now!"
As he spoke, he summoned his ghost aura again, forming a gigantic palm that slammed straight toward Xiao Yong.
Boom!
With a tremendous crash, the ground instantly caved in, leaving a palm print!
Struck by the palm, Xiao Yong's entire body had turned insubstantial, his ghost aura dissipating. His soul was on the verge of scattering completely.
But the County Magistrate paid him no mind. He merely paced back and forth, speaking in bitter distress:
"It's over, it's over! What am I supposed to do now?"
"If Lord Lu Sui finds out I pocketed the Princess's money, he'll definitely slap me to death!"
At that thought, he looked at Xiao Yong again and cursed, "It's all your fault, you bastard!"
"If you had the nerve to take the Princess's money, you should have run far away! Why did you have to come to the County Office and drag me into this?"
Yet Xiao Yong, whose soul was about to scatter, suddenly felt an intense desire to survive. He said weakly:
"My lord, I... I have an idea..."
The County Magistrate's