The government official held a brush and pointed at the characters on the rice paper one by one.
Shen Xinglei, enduring the constant pain in his body, nodded slowly at the three characters "murderer," "is," and "Shen Yinning."
Seeing the official circle these three words, Zhang Keyuan stroked his beard, his gaze uneasily flitting past Shen Yinning, and furtively glanced at the screen.
If Shen Xinglei really identified Shen Yinning as the murderer, what could be done?
If he sentenced Shen Yinning to be executed in autumn according to the law, wouldn't the Crown Prince resent him?
There would be no pleasing the Empress Dowager either.
Had he known that Shen Yinning's background was so complex, he wouldn't have taken this case, risking his own career in government...
As he indulged in wild thoughts, Shen Xinglei suddenly began to cough violently.
Though the official wished for him to continue identifying the fourth character, seeing him cough so severely, he paused.
