Ying Zheng said in a deep voice.
Zhao Feng did not hesitate and shouted toward the outside of the hall: "Zhang Ming."
The two words were called out beyond the main hall.
"Yes."
Zhang Ming responded loudly.
In a short while.
Several trusted aides carried a wooden box into the main hall.
At that moment, Wang Wan felt a bit panicked.
"Could it be that he really has evidence?"
The sense of unease in Wang Wan's heart grew increasingly.
From start to finish, Zhao Feng remained very calm, as if he had already gotten the better of him.
"Senior General."
"It has been brought over," Zhang Ming said respectfully.
"Stand down."
Zhao Feng waved his hand.
"Yes."
Zhang Ming immediately led the trusted aides to leave.
And Zhao Feng then looked at Ying Zheng with a bow: "May I trouble the Great King to have the Imperial Censor verify it."
Ying Zheng did not hesitate either and said with authority: "Imperial Censor."
"Your subject is here."
Feng Jie stepped forward.
"Verify it."
