The question struck like a clap of thunder, a muffled explosion ringing in everyone's ears!
'Your Majesty is certain that someone was pulling Xu Jie's strings!'
'But who could it be?'
Everyone bowed their heads, deathly silent.
The identity of the person behind the scenes was, in a way, both easy and difficult to guess.
Across the entire imperial court, only a handful of people had the authority to command Xu Jie. It wouldn't be difficult to pinpoint the culprit by looking for someone among them who held a grudge against Huo Yucheng.
But therein lay the problem. In life, Huo Yucheng was a military general—frank, magnanimous, a man who had spent his entire life at war.
Military generals trusted and respected him. Civil servants, though they occasionally disagreed with his policies, mostly feared and respected him as well.
At least on the surface, Huo Yucheng had no enemies who would go to such lengths to ensure his death.
'So how could they possibly narrow it down?'
