Xia Sichen said he wouldn't go and immediately turned around and slipped away.
Xia Wenjin knew that everything he had planned would be of no use by tomorrow; now he was going to clean up the aftermath.
She thought seriously, actually, turning the case around was somewhat lucky. If the other party's false evidence had been a bit more thorough, and if Gan Jinming's loyalty outweighed his love for his sister, he might not have spoken the truth. The final result might not have been strong enough to overturn the original case, and with the Emperor's red signature, execution would still be set for tomorrow.
If that was really the result, would she just watch it happen?
Probably not!
She, like Xia Sichen, would risk everything. Even if from then on, the whole family had to wander the world and remain unseen, she would never watch her father and them die unjustly!
She picked up the meal box; Old Liang had already prepared the carriage.
