The Emperor sneered after reading, "Truly, My eyes deceived Me. I thought she was a virtuous and demure lady, but she turned out to be such a vicious and ruthless person."
Standing to one side, Yan Ze dared not utter a sound. This was not something he could comment on; it was enough to just listen.
With a sip of tea, the Emperor ordered, "Send a decree to Zhao Yuanjiang and let him roll to the Ministry of Justice to receive his punishment immediately."
"Yes." Yan Ze left to carry out the order, but in his heart, he sighed heavily for Pei Chengye, who likely could not escape misfortune this time. The Emperor clearly would not let him live easily; if not death, then demotion and dismissal were inevitable.
Pei Chengye, when he heard the Imperial Decree, was scared out of his wits and broke free from the guards, coming before the Emperor.
"Father, you can't be so cruel to your son. It's all a misunderstanding!" Pei Chengye pleaded.
