"Rest assured, my lord! The national law is clear and heaven's justice is intolerable!"
Beside him, Chu Zhenyue's voice was resonant, like the clash of swords, "Lin Yaozu and his associates are safer within the Captain Bureau's prison than anywhere else! I guarantee it with my head!"
Li Yan nodded, his face expressionless.
......
That night, south of Jinling City, within the flower hall of a deep mansion.
The instruments had long been withdrawn, leaving only oppressive silence and anxiety.
The hall was brightly lit, casting light on faces either pale or sullen.
Present were officials in civilian clothes, and wealthy, imposing merchants—the representatives of the Gusu Lu Family and Qiantang Xie Family in Jinling, along with local officials bound by their interests.
"It's over... all over!"
A corpulent gentleman in silk robes trembled as he spoke, "How could those mud-legs from Locust Tree Village leave letters behind?"
