"Enough!" Tong Ying shouted in a low voice, "What's the name?"
"Yang Zheng, I'm Yang Zheng, from Yang Village in Pingyuan County. I'm eighty years oldb
"Have you really been forcefully abducted?"
"It's true, Your Excellency. I didn't dare to fight with the official troops just now. General, I refused to wear the yellow scarf. The swelling on my face is so big. It's the yellow-scarved thief who beat me!"
Tong Ying went over to take a look, but her right hand secretly grasped the handle of the short sword, just in case.
Yang Zheng's right cheek swelled up, and there were five thick directions on it. It seemed that he was telling the truth.
"Go home. Don't come out in the future. Be careful that you will be captured again." Looking at Yang Zheng's panicked and sad face, a trace of pity
