I have been selling wontons in the capital for twenty years.
Prince Cheng’s Heir was galloping through the city when his horse’s hooves trampled my wonton stall. He even struck me with his whip.
The heir was incredibly arrogant. “You’re just a lowly commoner,” he sneered. “Even if I don’t pay you a copper, what can you possibly do about it?”
The next day, I went to the Capital Prefecture to beat the drum and cry for justice.
The Six Ministers of the Six Boards arrived in person, and the Left and Right Censors were present to observe the proceedings.
Marquis Ningzhao hauled the heir into the hall. “I’ve caught the little brat!”
The Emperor, seated upon the main throne, declared, “Beat this boy until even his father won’t recognize him.”
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