Ji Qingwu gave Prince Yong a long look. 'He is, after all, a carefree prince. How could he possibly understand the suffering and helplessness of women in this world?'
She lowered her gaze. 'It's best to investigate these matters in secret,' she mused, 'to avoid inflicting further harm on the young women involved.'
Ji Qingwu casually picked up a stack of papers and brandished them. "Prime Minister, surely you know what's in here. All of your correspondence with Yu Wen Tianqing is right here. Do you have anything left to say?"
Su Fengyue couldn't hide the bleak look on his face. He offered no more useless excuses.
"Since I dared to make such a risky move, I was prepared for the possibility of exposure. It has always been so: the victor is crowned king, the loser is branded a traitor. I have nothing more to say."
To the very end, Su Fengyue sought to preserve his last shred of dignity, resolved to face death with composure.
