The rain poured down in sheets.
Inside Qiyuan Hall, the air was frozen stiff.
Xiao Chenglin looked directly at Emperor Muwu. "Father Emperor, I have been frail since childhood, living a reclusive life and always conducting myself with propriety. I cannot fathom why Mr. Fan would slander me in such a way. As for the matter between him and Lord Zheng, I know even less. I implore you to investigate this and clear my name!"
Emperor Muwu turned to Fan Chengzhuo. "What Prince Jing says is not without reason. Fan Chengzhuo, do you have any evidence for the claims you just made?"
He couldn't just take someone's word for it, after all.
Fan Chengzhuo's breath came in ragged gasps.
'Evidence?'
He had done so many shady things in the past. To be safe, he had always made doubly sure to leave no evidence behind.
He'd never imagined that he had been set up from the very beginning!
But it was too late to realize that now. In his current state, how could he possibly prove it?
