The old steward's voice trembled slightly, and it sounded like he was crying.
"I only hope that before I die, I can sort out the rest of Young Lady's life..." The old man said.
Zhao Xuanjing looked at him with a faint smile. "Those who know and don't report are guilty."
The old man panicked. "It's just me. The Young Lady doesn't know anything..."
What he meant was clear. Even if he knew it was a crime not to report it, it had nothing to do with Young Lady Pang.
If the noble in front of him did not agree to his request, it meant that he knew it and did not report it. He admitted it. He was already on the verge of death, but this fire murder case might be buried forever.
Zhao Xuanjing sneered.
