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Chapter 371 Textbook-style Torture to Extort a Confession
A group of fat-headed old officials over half a century old, all wearing nightgowns and holding pens, wrote quickly with the faint light. The scene was more inspirational and spectacular than poor students holding lamps and studying hard.

Although their attitudes towards studying hard were not correct, all of them were frowning, their eyes were wide open, and their muttering and cursing words were clearly audible.

During this period, Lan Yu has already used the kitchen of Zhang's house to cook a few simple but exquisite side dishes, and delivered them on a small wooden tray, as a supper for Wan Yan who has not had a grain of rice for nearly two days because of her rush. .

Wanyan was so hungry that she lost her appetite, but as soon as she ate the dishes made by Lanyu, all the gluttons were hooked.

Just when Wanyan was eating with warmth and warmth in her stomach, a large number of documents flooded in like a flood, all of which were ordered by Wanyan, documents from various counties in Yuhang over the years.

Seeing that the files from all the counties had been brought in, all the officials in the hall lost their composure, and one or two secretly raised their heads to see Wanyan's reaction.

No one knows better than they themselves, how many lives were ruined in confusion, how many victims after bending the law for personal gain, and what absurd bad debts were in those bundles of files.

But Wanyan didn't respond, as if she didn't see the file, she was still eating her meal intently, without raising her eyes.

She waited until Wanyan put down the bowl after she was full, and then she finally raised her head, touched her chubby belly, and told Jin Yiwei, "Pack all the files into a truck and prepare to be transported to Kyoto. Send more people to follow. So as not to be remembered."

Afterwards, Wanyan paused for a moment, and said casually, "Let's go tonight."

After finishing speaking, Wanyan jumped off the stool, stretched her waist, and walked down the crowd full of energy. She didn't see the dumbfounded people at all, and asked enthusiastically to the unkempt and ashen-faced officials: "How is it?" Adults, haven’t you finished writing yet? It’s almost dawn this day.”

All the officials bowed their heads in silence. The exhaustion of the night and a lot of age have gradually turned their anger into nervousness and fear.

Wanyan didn't mind the silence, she walked up to an official, looked down, and said, "The ink on this pen is dry, it seems that Mr. Ren, magistrate of Yi County, has finished writing for quite a while."

After finishing speaking, Wanyan ignored Ren Zhilin's obstruction, unceremoniously picked up the paper on the table, stood beside her, looked at it with great interest, and read out the words in her mouth.

"Ren Zhilin, the county magistrate of Yi County, is a member of the third branch of the Manzhu Ren family; Liu Haicheng, the county magistrate, is the cousin of Zhang Duanqi, the magistrate of Yuhang Prefecture; Yang Guangwen, the nephew of Yang Ling, the county magistrate of Xu County; He is the second son of Yu Jingteng, the Tong Zhi of Lian County..."

A piece of rice paper was densely filled with names, but Wanyan read it tirelessly from beginning to end, her mouth was dry, but her interest was not lost at all.

"Not bad, not bad, Mr. Ren wrote very well, and it's fairly detailed."

After reading, Wanyan nodded with satisfaction, and even patted Ren Zhilin on the shoulder to show her encouragement.

Ren Zhilin's disgust was beyond words, he snorted coldly, shrugged his shoulders, and avoided Wanyan's hand.

However, in the next second, Ren Zhilin felt that the back of his shoulder was stabbed. The pain was so painful that before he had time to think, he screamed out "Ahh...".

It was only later that he realized that a small dagger had been inserted into the back of his shoulder.

However, the palm-sized dagger was able to pierce his bones.

(End of this chapter)