"You...!"
Wang Ze was shocked. How could the letters between their Wang Family and Wu Country end up in Yuan Qichang's hands?
Could it be...
He turned his head abruptly, looking at Your Majesty with horror.
"Your Majesty?"
"Put it forth!"
The eunuch presented the letters, placing them respectfully on the table.
Zheng Yi opened and looked at them; although he had already read the content before, he felt increasingly shocked and furiously angered as he read them now.
He tossed the letters off the table in anger and shouted, "Wang Ze, Wang He, what more do you have to say?"
The two shivered, kneeling on the ground, Wang Ze still wanted to resist, gritting his teeth and saying, "Your Majesty, Yuan Qichang is just a small fifth-grade Imperial Censor; how could he obtain such important letters?"
"These letters must be forged, I implore Your Majesty to discern!"
"Forged? Very well, very well..."
Zheng Yi was enraged to the point of laughing; still struggling at such a time?
