They were going to execute Song Xingyi.
It was futile. No matter what Song Xiumin did, no matter how reputable or how good of a minister he was, as long as the Emperor gave a verbal edict, Song Xingyi's fate was sealed.
"What cursed demon? What causes panic among people? What dirty blood?" Ren Chenghao gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot and teary. "It was all just an excuse to kill Song Xingyi because she was different! Because they all couldn't explain why she was turning deranged! Thus, His Majesty ended the problem with the quickest and best way, and it was to pluck the problem from the roots, am I right?" Ren Chenghao turned to Wang Ze, his lips curled in a mockery and grieving smile.
