Emperor Muwu looked up, a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"Fan Chengzhuo? I thought he was so gravely ill he was bedridden. Hasn't he been on leave from court for some time now? Why would he come at a time like this?"
A thunderclap went off in Xie Anjun's mind.
'Fan Chengzhuo!?'
Everything that had happened two days ago flashed through his mind, making him increasingly uneasy.
'Of all the times to show up, why now, at the most critical moment!?'
'He didn't need to think twice to guess Fan Chengzhuo's reason for suddenly seeking an audience. It was obviously for Zheng Baosu!'
'Has the man gone mad? Is he really going to sacrifice himself to save Zheng Baosu?'
'But Zheng Baosu just confessed!'
'Fan Chengzhuo's arrival won't save anyone; it'll just make it easier to confirm the crime!'
Xie Anjun wanted nothing more than to rush out and stop Fan Chengzhuo, but he couldn't.
