The person speaking was none other than Xu Yong's disciple, the Attendant Shunzi, who served before the Emperor.
"I beg the prince to show mercy and give this humble one a way to live. I am willing to confess everything, everything..."
After a brief silence, Feng Yun slightly turned her head to look at Pei Jue.
Pei Jue looked at her and faintly lifted his sleeve.
"Wei Zheng."
Wei Zheng's heart skipped a beat, and his nerves became taut as he respectfully bowed to Pei Jue with hands clasped.
"This subordinate understands."
Inside the dimly lit prison cell, a wooden desk and chairs were set up, along with tea.
Pei Jue sat squarely at the head of the table, without uttering a word.
Feng Yun quietly attended beside him, looking as if she were uninvolved in the affair, her face calm and even holding a trace of a smile.
The oil lamp in the prison cell cast a dim light and exuded a sour smell.
A cold breeze blew through the corridor, as if coming from hell itself.
