Su Juan clutched the sword, ascended to the second floor, and, after dismissing the two guards at the door, kicked it open. She threw the ring on the ground, pointed her sword directly at the people inside the room, her eyes fiery red, "Speak! Who touched that girl!"
The people, tortured all night, were terrified. They pushed and shoved until two men were forced forward, but a woman immediately protected one of them, pulling him back and shielding him behind her. It seemed he was her son.
The two men looked about thirty years old, kneeling on the ground, trembling and desperately kowtowing for mercy, with snot and tears covering their faces, "I really know I was wrong!"
"I just touched her hand, then I didn't know anything else! It was him! It was him who did it!"
"It wasn't me! I didn't even take off her clothes before I passed out, it really wasn't me..."
