A piece of Japanese incense

Outside the court, a crowd of people gathered to watch. They waited patiently in the designated area, their eyes focused on their cousin at the trial table.

With a deafening bang of the gavel, the whole audience fell silent, and everyone's attention was drawn to the trial that was about to begin.

Xiaozhu knelt in the middle of the hall. After reviewing the petition, his uncle ordered Xiaozhu to describe in detail how his family members were killed and how he was imprisoned in the Bai Mansion.

My cousin's voice was solemn and cold, without a trace of emotion: "Where is Bai Xuan? Why is he still not here after such a long time?"

Lord Xin said nothing, tilted his head back in silence, a slight smile on his face.

"It's been an incense stick of time. Could it be that the eldest son of the Bai family has run away?"

"Now that we have all the evidence, he must have known that he couldn't escape and left the city early!"

"He fled because of his crime. Let's see if his father can protect him!"

Listening to the discussions of the people around me and the onlookers, I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy: If I had known this would happen, I should have sent people to guard the city gate in advance. This Bai Yan couldn't run away so easily! Otherwise, he would have gotten away with it!

"Quiet! The case has not been concluded yet, how can you make random accusations!" Lord Xin stood up and pointed at the crowd, reprimanding them loudly.

"Make way! Everyone, make way!" A man dressed in a blue and black shirt with a patterned crimson gauze stretched out his arms and shouted at the top of his voice.

People all made way and took a step back, their eyes filled with curiosity and respect, their bodies slightly leaning to make enough space for the hurried figure.

Four bearers in plain cloth walked steadily. They each held the four corners of the sedan chair and walked in coordinated steps, carrying the sedan chair decorated with tassels and embroidery steadily.

Bai Xuan's body slumped limply in the sedan chair, his face flushed with alcohol, a hint of a smile hanging from the corner of his mouth, as if he was still immersed in an unattainable dream.

The wooden bar on the shoulders of the sedan bearers creaked slightly and rhythmically with each rise and fall of their steps. With a tacit shout, the four men took steps at the same time, and the sedan slowly and solemnly passed through the high threshold and entered the corridor.

Their entry attracted the attention of the people inside the door.

"He's drunk and hasn't woken up yet!"

"He is so confident! This is the first time I have seen someone enter the court in a sedan chair!"

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Bai Xuan's head hung limply at one side, swaying slightly with the rhythm of his steps, and occasionally uttering indistinct murmurs.

"Lord Xin! Lord Jin! Please forgive me! My young master is ill. If you have any questions, I am willing to answer them for you!" The man saluted humbly.

"How can we tolerate your insolence in the court? Someone, throw water on him to wake him up!" My cousin slammed the table angrily, his eyebrows raised.

Lord Xin was sitting with his legs crossed, sipping tea leisurely. He held up the lid of the teacup and stretched out his hand to stop him, saying, "Hey! Mr. Bai is weak and it's rare for him to be able to attend the trial. Don't force him."

The cousin ignored Lord Xin's dissuasion and raised his chin slightly. Pei Du appeared from nowhere and poured a pot of tea directly on Bai Fan's face.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! I'm scalded to death! Which little bastard!" Bai Xuan shuddered violently, as if he was electrocuted. He jumped off the sedan chair and covered his face in panic.

Witnessing his funny actions, everyone in the hall couldn't help laughing.