Whenever midnight dreams return, the images of those clan members—some numb, some struggling, some resentful, some begging—turn and twist in Xue Miao's heart, nearly driving him to collapse.
The Xue family was exterminated, all its members executed. Six hundred and eighty-one lives, as Gu Chengyu said, a river of blood!
Xue Miao cried with his face full of tears, and Gu Chengyu didn't care. He opened the wounds in Xue Miao's heart and had to give him some time to recover.
After a long while, Xue Miao finally stopped crying. He calmed the sadness in his heart before looking toward Gu Chengyu, who was leisurely drinking soup in front of him.
"May I ask Mr. Gu, why do you want to get involved in this? Is it merely for political achievement, or is it for justice?"
Xue Miao looked at Gu Chengyu with a touch of sarcasm in his eyes. Such a young court official who dared to seek benefits from such a major case was naive and overconfident.
