"Magistrate Fang, look here," he said, cupping his hands. "There are still traces of burns from the flintlock on his hands. It’s undeniable."
Old Madame Xiao slammed her dragon-headed cane onto the floor. "You have quite the audacity! Speak! Who put you up to this?"
Changsong, looking as if he’d been frightened out of his wits, wailed, "Oh! Mercy, your Grace! Mercy, Old Madame! I’ll talk! It was... it was..."
Chapter 27