Wen Zhengxi had already returned to Chang'an and was kneeling in the Wen Family ancestral hall, his face filled with grief and indignation.
He had been back in Chang'an for only a few days when Wang Chong's damning material arrived-and it had been sent to everyone. The entire court was shaken. Just as Wang Chong had anticipated, all of Chang'an was in turmoil.
As the Empress's only son, he had been slandered as a sexual predator and driven out of Chang'an, after which they had colluded with the Eighteen Tribes of the Grasslands to assemble an allied force to kill him. This was a case that practically pierced the heavens.
Everyone knew that the great aristocratic houses wanted Wen Zhengchun dead, but how could such a thing possibly be brought out into the open?
Not to mention colluding with the Eighteen Tribes of the Grasslands and allowing an allied force of grassland martial experts, and even troops, across the border. That was a crime punishable by the extermination of nine degrees of kin!
By comparison, using such despicable methods to kill the Prince of Yan counted as a minor matter.
Wang Chong had not killed this older cousin because Wen Zhengxi was certain to die!
And the people who killed him would inevitably be the Wen Family.
This was what it meant to kill a man and destroy his heart.
Three Wen Family elders slowly entered the ancestral hall. Wen Zhengxi said in grief and indignation, "I didn't kill Zhiwei!"
Wen Yande, the court's Golden Purple Grand Master for Splendid Happiness and the highest-ranking official currently in the Wen Family, said quietly, "Whether you killed her no longer matters. Do you have anything else to say?"
Terror filled Wen Zhengxi's face. His voice trembling, he asked, "Second Uncle, can I