Watching the death row inmate kneeling on the ground and sobbing, Tang Wushuang's master cursed inwardly, 'What a useless oaf. Scared witless after just a few words.'
According to the original plan he and Tang Wushuang had cooked up, with the Third Prince's backing, they were certain they could get Lin Yun convicted. But now that the inmate had blurted out the truth, it seemed the death penalty was off the table.
"Dean, even if that is the truth, this student killing someone in public was witnessed by all. If he is not punished, I fear the Academy's rules will become a mere formality." Even if he couldn't secure a death sentence, Tang Wushuang's master wasn't giving up.
'In their minds, neither master nor disciple had ever shown their faces, so there was no way the whole affair could be traced back to them. Causing a little trouble for Lin Yun was still a good thing.'
