"That matter went big." The man's voice rose, "Assassinating the Governor."
Yong Ji's body tensed.
The man asked, "And you?"
Yong Ji remained silent for a moment, "Assassinating the Crown Prince."
"..." The man was quiet for a long time, "Whoa."
"Are you just waiting for execution now?"
Yong Ji didn't speak.
"A crime like this wouldn't even need a trial, would it? Since when did the Tang Dynasty become so particular."
Yong Ji remained silent.
After being taken over by the Southern Office, he was drugged, unconscious, and woke up already here.
But he actually knew what had happened.
Pei Ye had won, and the monks at Cien Temple handed over the accusation against the Princely Heir. The case was handled very secretly, naturally not to be made public. He should now be in the Heavy Prison under the Southern Office's jurisdiction.
