Fan Chengzhuo was suddenly speechless.
He seemed to be only now belatedly recalling that before he lost consciousness, Emperor Muwu had already stated that Zheng Baosu himself had confessed!
At this moment, all his rebuttals seemed utterly ridiculous.
Fan Chengzhuo opened his mouth, an unprecedented panic surging through him.
'H-How could I have forgotten something so important!?'
'Even if I had to say something, I should have used a different excuse! How could I... how could I...'
Ye Chutang studied his expression and spoke thoughtfully, "Mr. Fan, you still look rather unwell?"
Zhao Xuanping didn't know what had happened earlier, but seeing this made him suspicious. He murmured softly, "This situation... Could it be that Mr. Fan injured his head? Or perhaps he hasn't fully recovered and isn't yet lucid?"
Emperor Muwu's brow furrowed.
'If that's the case, there's no need to continue the questioning.'
"In that case..."
