His tone was so nonchalant, yet within the calm indifference, there was immense pressure, heavily pressing down on Fan Shang's heart.
It was so oppressive that he almost couldn't breathe.
He exerted all his strength to resist that pressure, saying, "I leave it to Your Majesty's discretion!"
"Good!" Wei Shu's crimson lips parted slightly, his words were cold and ruthless, "If you have deliberately framed someone, the entire male line of the Fan family will be castrated and made palace slaves, and all females, regardless of age, will be sent to the Ministry of Education."
"I give you one last chance, do you still want to confront?"
Cold sweat soaked Fan Shang's back.
If he said no to confrontation now, it would be equivalent to announcing to everyone that he had been lying all along.
The person assured him, with full confidence, that they could win this round and still had pivotal evidence to deliver a fatal blow at the right moment.
