"Your Majesty!"
Princess Changle suddenly fell down on the steps, her plain dress spreading over the blue bricks like fragmented moonlight.
Tears intertwined on her face, her nails digging deeply into the ground.
"Your Majesty, do not listen to his sophistry… Please, Your Majesty, uphold justice for Changle!"
The last few words of Princess Changle were almost cried out in blood, echoing for a long time in the empty palace hall.
Emperor Jing took a deep breath, looking at Prime Minister Wei's graying head, his back bent like a broken bow.
"Mr. Wei." Emperor Jing's voice carried a tired authority.
Prime Minister Wei bowed heavily, his head making a dull thud on the stone bricks: "This old minister… has nothing to say." His cracked lips trembled: "If it is truly this traitor… let… let Your Majesty deal with him as you see fit."
The gavel exploded loudly again, the raspy voice of Sun Wenlin of the Ministry of Justice announced.
