Capital City, Hall of Mental Cultivation.
"My minister Fu, did your journey to Yan Prefecture yield anything?"
Chu Jinghui sat upright on the dragon throne, regarding Fu Bonian with a calm expression.
Yang Qing had already sent the information he had uncovered to Chu Jinghui through other channels.
He had also made a point of explaining that he had entrusted certain details to Minister Fu to bring back on his behalf.
Neither side had openly acknowledged the relationship between Yang Qing and Fu Bonian, but Chu Jinghui understood it perfectly well.
Those two were as incompatible as fire and water.
So what means had Yang Qing used to make Fu Bonian deliver information for him?
Thought after thought flashed through Chu Jinghui's mind, yet his expression only grew calmer.
At Chu Jinghui's question, Fu Bonian lifted the hem of his robe and dropped straight to his knees.
"Under Your Majesty's boundless blessings, your servant has fulfilled his mission!"
Having spoken, Fu Bonian took a wax-sealed confession from inside his robe.
The contents of this confession were enough to ensure that Yang Qing would never rise again. To be safe, Fu Bonian had kept it on his person throughout the journey.
Eunuch Zhang descended from beside Chu Jinghui, took the confession from Fu Bonian, and presented it to Chu Jinghui with both hands held level.
Chu Jinghui glanced at the confession before reaching out to remove the sealing wax and reading it carefully.
Fu Bonian kept his head lowered, concealing the sharp gleam in his eyes.
He had gone to considerable trouble for this confession!
But after Chu Jinghui opened the confession and read for a while, his expression darkened, with the faint air of an approaching storm.
"My minister Fu, are all the charges listed in this confession true?"
Hearing