That slap did not merely leave Ren Weizhi stunned.
Emperor Jianhong, seated upon the Dragon Throne, also darkened his expression.
"Insolence!"
The pressure emanating from Si Zhongxiao bore down upon Bai Ziqing.
That pressure alone plunged the entire hall into silence.
Bai Ziqing's face went pale.
Another mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of his lips.
His body staggered with it.
Even his legs could not stop trembling.
Seeing this, Jianhong looked expressionlessly at Si Zhongxiao.
With a single glance, Si Zhongxiao immediately bent forward, withdrew his pressure, and silently retreated behind the chair like an exceptionally obedient old dog.
At merely twenty-two years old, Bai Ziqing was already a Fourth Rank Martial Artist.
He was the greatest genius in the entire Great Sage Dynasty, the one most likely to break through to the Third Rank before reaching thirty.
His standing in Emperor Jianhong's heart was beyond comparison with ordinary people.
"Your Majesty."
Trembling, Bai Ziqing pulled a bloodstained document from his robes.
He cast a cold glance at the still-dazed Ren Weizhi.
Then, staggering to the foot of the Dragon Throne, he dropped to his knees, his voice steeped in misery.
"This Ren Weizhi colluded with the Demon Race and secretly contacted Eastern Cult spies, intending to bury Thunder Powder at Jishui Weir in Two Rivers Prefecture! He wanted to destroy Jishui Weir outright!!"
??
That one sentence.
Made everyone's brains smoke.
What did that mean?
The next instant.
Every minister in court turned solemn eyes toward Ren Weizhi.
Grand Chancellor Li Zhen narrowed his eyes slightly. A dangerous glint flickered within them as he looked at Ren Weizhi.
Eunuch Scribe Si Zhongxiao had not cared much at first, but upon hearing those words, he lowered his chin slightly, and his eyes no longer faced the hall.
Instead,