"Princess of Zhen, I… I would not have sent people to capture these children if I were not worried about the innocent people dying in vain! I, too, am a father! How could I bear it?" The County Magistrate's eyes reddened, filled with helpless despair.
"Father… don't cry! Father, don't cry!" The seven-year-old child in the magistrate's arms reached out to wipe his tears.
"My child!" The magistrate clutched the child's hand tightly, then lowered his head to kiss the child's brow, tears and snot streaming down, "I... I'm sorry! Father is sorry!"
Liu Hong's eyes were hot as he turned his head away, not daring to look further.
Bai Qingyan bit her lips, suppressing the surging emotions in her heart. She reached out and helped the trembling magistrate to his feet, then turned to the kneeling crowd, "From today onwards, where Bai Qingyan is, no child will be sent to Dadu City!"
"Yang Wuce!" Bai Qingyan called loudly.
