Xie Anjun’s vision went black before his eyes, and he almost fainted.
His head buzzed with confusion; he couldn’t believe that Zheng Baosu actually said such a thing!
— This was clearly a plan to drag everyone down with him into death!
The vast Qi Yuan Hall was filled with dead silence.
All the guards and palace servants, including Eunuch Li, were shaken to the core by these words; they fell silent, not even daring to breathe.
It was one thing to hear Miao Sheng accuse him during a court meeting, but to hear Zheng Baosu admit it himself was another matter altogether!
This was a crime that could bring disaster upon nine generations of his family!
Emperor Wu of Mu sat high above, watching him coldly from above, with no trace of emotion in his deep, somber eyes.
“Is everything you just said true?”
Zheng Baosu had completely lost his sanity and laughed grimly, “Every word of it! Not a single lie! If Your Majesty doesn’t believe me, you can send people to investigate the Xie family!”
Xie Anjun felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave; he didn’t know how to react anymore. He could only cling to his last ounce of survival desire, and with a pale face, he kowtowed to Emperor Wu, pleading for his innocence.
“Your Majesty, please be fair! I truly have done nothing wrong!”
His forehead’s veins bulged, and he was covered in cold sweat.
“My father fought on the battlefield for decades, wholeheartedly devoted to the country, and was utterly loyal to Your Majesty! How could I possibly commit such a ridiculous act—”
As he spoke, his words were urgent, as if he couldn’t wait to clear his name completely.
However, Emperor Wu still sat there with an indifferent expression, his face unreadable.
Inside the great hall, only Xie Anjun’s hoarse voice echoed.
Finally, he sensed the eerie and unsettling atmosphere around him; his hoarse voice gradually faded away.
In the end, only dead silence remained.
Xie Anjun’s throat became dry and tight, and in the end, all he could hear was the loud thumping of his own heartbeat.
Once, then again.
It was extremely rapid!
Finally, just when he thought his heart would burst, Emperor Wu spoke deeply,
“Do you have any evidence?”
Xie Anjun gradually came to his senses, feeling a wave of coldness over him. Only then did he realize that Emperor Wu’s question was directed at Zheng Baosu.
Evidence… yes! Evidence!
If he couldn’t produce any evidence, all the previous accusations would be false accusations!
Xie Anjun’s heart hung in the balance once again.
He couldn’t hold back; his gaze once more focused on Zheng Baosu, his heart pounding like a drum.
Life and death… separated by a thin line!
……
Fan family.
Fan Chengzhuo woke up amidst a severe headache.
He supported his head and managed to sit up, but the pain still lingered, causing him to frown deeply.
This also slowed down his thoughts for a moment.
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