"Being a judge is not easy," especially when one must rise in the middle of the night to hear cases. Officer Han, Han Yue, she sat high on her judge’s seat, facing He Su, who lay tied up in thousand-knot bindings and was being pushed to kneel by two government officials. She flipped through the case file with a solemn expression on her face. "He Su, do you plead guilty?" He Su’s demeanor dodged the question, stubborn as a dying duck, but she couldn’t withstand the overwhelming evidence: "This person is Wu Fang, a horse bandit from Daan Ridge. Over the past few years, whenever someone crossed you, you would pay to hire killers to have Wu Fang strike them down. You secretly plotted against Cui Grain Store’s entire family of eight, the owner of Lin Clothing Store, and more..." Han Yue listed many more names, each account dripping with blood. He Su bit her lip and said, "I don’t admit it, Wu Fang is framing me!" But Han Yue had already uncovered the truth; how could He Su’s simple denial be enough to refuse the charges? Concerned for her sick husband, she gave the order without further ado, "Let her sign the confession!" So, Fang Lanshan approached He Su with the written charges, grabbed her hand, and pressed a red handprint on the paper. This angered He Su deeply; her expression filled with dark resentment, but everyone ignored her. After all, she got what she deserved without being wronged. He Su was thrown into jail, and according to the legal rules of the Dayuan Dynasty, for such a crime as hers, she was to be executed at noon three days later. In the pitch-black cell, He Su swallowed hard, calling to heaven and earth in vain as she finally tasted the flavor of despair. Coincidentally, or perhaps deliberately on Han Yue’s part, He Su found herself locked up with the coachman, Ah Ying. Dressed in prison garb, Ah Ying, disheveled and filthy, clenched her teeth and approached He Su with vengeance. He Su was shocked, "Ah Ying..." She began to weep before she could even speak, but Ah Ying had no sympathy for her. Instead, Ah Ying grabbed He Su’s hair and slapped her face twice. "You slapped me once that day, now I’m paying you back with two! Does it hurt? Does it feel good? Owner He, even you have your day!" Ah Ying too had been sentenced to death and was to be executed tomorrow. Knowing she had little time left, she threw caution to the wind. If she could avenge herself before death, at least she wouldn’t carry this resentment with her to the underworld. Seizing He Su’s head, Ah Ying banged it against the iron bars of the cell door. He Su’s head burst open, and blood poured out instantly. "Let go!" The moves that worked on Tie Hailan were useless on Ah Ying. He Su struggled against Ah Ying, but Ah Ying was strong, a coachman tasked with protecting Tie Hailan’s safety, serving as her guard. Born a practitioner, how could she be compared to He Su? Ah Ying beat her mercilessly, like a madwoman. What was there to care about when one’s life was nearly over? It was all because of this person. If not for her, she wouldn’t be imprisoned, let alone facing execution. Ah, she was blind! She had chosen the wrong master and all her past loyalty was for naught! Wounded and bleeding, He Su finally felt the harsh reality of her situation. She really had fallen so low! A prisoner at the foot of the stairs! And it was even worse than that; in just three days, her blood would stain the market square! He Su shivered with a sudden chill. "This is bad, someone is attempting a jailbreak!" Suddenly, someone outside the cell shouted, followed by the sound of clashing weapons...