Jiang Fei couldn't understand, and naturally, Wei Shu wouldn't bother explaining it to him.
As they spoke, they had already arrived at the front hall. The traitors plotting rebellion were detained, while many ministers were still unable to recover from their panic, huddled together trembling.
Earlier, some of these rebels had directly targeted them.
Quite a few of the civil officials, whose entire lives had revolved around the pen, faced the reality of cold steel against their necks for the first time.
The imposter Wei Lian was already dead.
But that no longer mattered.
Anyone with clear eyes could see that the supposed assassination attempt earlier had been staged.
Wei Shang, bloodied all over, had been bound by Jiang Fei's men, a large rag stuffed in his mouth, and was thrown in front of the Empress Dowager's coffin.
Wei Shu walked over step by step, slowly, before kicking Wei Shang over and planting his foot firmly on his chest.
