"Your Majesty, this humble servant... this humble servant was also left with no choice!"
Wang Ciweng, like a slug, knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly. Trembling with fear, he spilled all the orders Qin Gui had given him as if pouring out beans from a bamboo tube.
Once these details were exposed, they immediately astonished the court officials, and the Emperor of Song grew angrier as he listened.
Especially upon hearing at the end that Qin Gui even planned to threaten the Emperor's safety to strike at Jiang Dali, he could no longer contain himself, abruptly stood up, and waved his hand.
"Guards! Take Wang Ciweng away and tomorrow execute him and confiscate his property!!"
"Confiscate property and execution!?"
Wang Ciweng, shivered all over, terrified and alarmed, feeling a sudden urge to urinate.
In his confusion, recalling the words he had just spilled out as if possessed, Wang Ciweng was so frightened his face turned wax yellow, shaking like a sieve.
