Jiang Yanchuan suddenly chuckled.
Although Ao Jiarong had impeached Jiao Hongmiao, he was essentially accusing Jiang Yingcheng of acting far too outrageously.
Even if he had done so without knowing it.
Jiang Yanchuan had already felt his little darling had been too lenient and kind in handling yesterday's incident, and worried she might still be nursing hurt feelings. Yet today, this man had pointed at the mulberry tree to curse the locust, dragging her into his accusations.
His unreadable gaze swept over Ao Jiarong, who lay unconscious below the dais, frightening a nearby official who had been about to help him into immediately drawing back.
Better a fellow cultivator die than this poor Daoist. Forget it, forget it.
Before long, Ao Jiarong slowly came around.
His ordinarily friendly colleagues avoided him like snakes and scorpions, leaving an even wider space around him. He had no choice but to struggle to his feet himself.
Even after standing, he swayed unsteadily, looking as though he might faint again at any moment.
The clinking of jade beads rang out from the Golden Terrace. Ao Jiarong recognized the sound: the emperor was toying with the Twelve-Tassel Crown on his head.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure step out from the ranks.
An extremely ominous premonition suddenly rose in Ao Jiarong's heart.
The young commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard declared in a clear voice, "Your subject also has an impeachment to present-"
The evidence of crimes revealed through Jiang Yingcheng's thoughts had been shuffled and rearranged, with a couple of minor, inconsequential matters they had uncovered themselves mixed in. With each charge spoken, Ao Jiarong's face grew a shade paler.
Jiang Yingcheng's excited thoughts rang out again.
Wow! Uncle Lu actually found out so much too!
*Uncle Lu