C3 Satire

The county magistrate waved his hand, signaling for Grand Master to shut up. Grand Master lowered his head and returned to his seat.

The county magistrate carefully sized up the child in front of him. He had a delicate and pretty face, as if he was a rich kid who had just walked out from a painting. He nodded and said, "What's your name?"

"My name is Yeh Han," Yeh Han said loudly. "Because when my mother gave birth to me, it was snowing heavily and it was extremely cold. So I named myself Yeh Han."

"You hate your parents. They sent you to the government and accused you of murder," the county magistrate sighed, remembering that his daughter was only this age. "Rest assured, I will definitely give you justice in your case."

"Thank you, lord, for your question about adults," Yeh Han hesitated for a moment before shaking his head: "I don't hate them, because they are my parents after all, but I blame them for what they are, for what they are or are not. I would rather listen to a crazy old Taoist than believe in my own flesh and blood.

"Good," the county magistrate clapped his hands, "What a great five-year-old boy. There is nothing that does not exist in this world. I never thought that there would be such a bold and knowledgeable child in this county. Leave, I will believe you."

"Thank you, milord." Yeh Han kowtowed heavily.

"My lord, please do not," the Grand Master urged from the side. "If we release him now, how will we account for the three lives?"

"Hmph," the county magistrate waved his sleeves and said angrily, "Grand Master is truly muddle-headed, three corpses, one natural disaster, one human disaster, and one misdemeanor. He deserves whatever he has done."

Yeh Han stood up shakily and walked out of the yamen.

The Grand Master stared at his back, his brow creased. "But didn't you say that the witness and evidence were present? Why …."

The county magistrate smiled and looked appreciatively outside the yamen. "I saw that child being so calm and collected, I couldn't help but to have some thoughts. It's just that the Ye Clan doesn't know how to appreciate talents. They wasted such a good seedling."

"That being the case," the Grand Master was puzzled. "Why didn't you accept him?"

The county magistrate sighed and turned to leave. It was too hot for him; moreover, if I took him in, his family would definitely not leave it at that.

He just stared blankly at the place he had lived in for five years with a bitter smile on his face. He knelt down and kowtowed three times, then said one sentence at the top of his voice: "One hit on the kindness of mother, five years on the grace of father, three strikes on the grace of parents. Since the natural disaster was brought by me, now, I will leave, I only hope that you two will live well and live for a hundred years."

The surrounding people all surrounded him. Some of the elders were emotionally moved, and some even shed tears, but no one came forward to help him. After all, no one was willing to provoke the Ye family.

He struggled to get up, his blood dripping onto the ground. However, all of these could not stop his determination to turn around and leave.

Mother Night covered her lips as she slowly slid down the door, her tears causing her makeup to burn. This child was born to be a favorite, but the heavens never opened their eyes, so why did they let him have such a lifeline?

If it wasn't for the fact that I was unable to protect him this time, how could I bear to put him to death? The burden of the family was so heavy that I had no choice but to beat my own son to death.

He sighed and waved his hand. Two servants quickly ran over and one of them lowered his head and said, "Master, Second Young Master has decided to leave by himself. If we still … …" I'm afraid that would be against the logic of the heavens. "

"Do you think I would do that?" Yeye's father said angrily, "If it wasn't for that crazy old Taoist who said that he had to be tied up for over a hundred miles, do you think I would be willing to see my own child stay out in the open?"

The two servants lowered their heads in silence. Father Night sighed, "All of you have to be clean. You must ensure that he is unable to find a way back."

"Yes." After all, they had all received a favor from the Second Young Master. If it weren't for the fact that he had given them a job, their wives and mothers would have long since starved to death.

Yeh Han covered his arms and walked forward tirelessly. Farewell, my homeland, my entire life, I will probably never come back. I will no longer be able to enjoy the laughter of the past.