A vein throbbed in Xu Jie's temple.
He opened his mouth to defend himself, but his heart pounded with panic when he saw Xu Fengchi's certain expression.
If they could even get their hands on those two letters, he had no idea what other evidence they might have.
'But no matter what, I absolutely cannot confess to this crime today! Otherwise, it's a dead end!'
'No, it's not just me. All the others who are implicated—'
Just as Xu Jie was racking his brain for a way to escape the charges, another voice rang out.
"I also have a report for the throne!"
The hall fell silent. All eyes turned in unison, only to find, to their astonishment, that the speaker was Zhao Hanguang.
Many exchanged bewildered glances. Why would he step forward now?
Xu Jie, however, froze for a moment before his face suddenly turned deathly pale, as if a dreadful thought had struck him.
His hands began to tremble.
Emperor Muwu's expression was grim. "Speak!"
