As Cui Ji had expected, a few days later, people from the Gao Family indeed came knocking.
The Hanging Flower Hall.
Madam Gao was crying her heart out: "Assistant Minister Cui, you are Zheng's immediate superior. You should be clearer than anyone about Zheng's character. He has always been upright and incorruptible in his duties. How could you impeach him?!"
Cui Ji sat elegantly in a pear wood official hat chair, his long legs crossed casually, holding a thin jade teacup in his hand, his head slightly lowered.
The early autumn sunlight filtered through the carved windows, casting flickering shadows on him. The dark green silk robe and his fair skin alternated between light and shadow, the curve of his jaw and neck exuding an icy detachment.
He spoke nonchalantly: "There must be some misunderstanding."
