Imperial Palace, Qiyuan Hall.
Time slowly trickled by.
Xie Anjun had never felt this kind of agonizing wait, where each day felt like a year.
And yet, he couldn't leave. All he could do was continue to wait.
After some time, Zhao Xuanping rushed in.
"His Majesty was tired and has gone to the side hall to rest," Eunuch Li explained in a low voice. "We'll have to trouble you to take a look at Mr. Fan's condition..."
After Zhao Xuanping entered, he discreetly sized up the room and was secretly alarmed.
Although he had heard that His Majesty was personally interrogating Zheng Baosu today and that it wouldn't be pretty, he had never imagined it would end up like this.
Zheng Baosu was disheveled and haggard, his face sickly. He looked both crazed and timid, simply staring blankly into space as if he'd lost his mind.
Fan Chengzhuo was unconscious on the floor, with bloodstains around his mouth and nose, his face a ghastly white.
