Zhang Suohao knew that he had fallen into a trap.
But what could he do about it?
"Come on, let me introduce these uncles of yours."
Zhou Li sat in a wide chair and looked at the seventeen people who were forced to sit down. He said with a smile, "Remember, no making things up or talking nonsense. Detailed explanation is not nonsense, and change is not fabrication."
Patting Zhang Suohao on the shoulder, Zhou Li said softly:
"Living isn't always alive."
Zhang Suohao felt a kind of desperate hope. He suddenly realized that he seemed to be somewhat useful. This usefulness lay in his identity.
The Empress's younger brother, the Imperial Uncle of Da Ming, but closely associated with the Prime Minister.
