The list went on and on. Yan Zheyun had spent the entire afternoon grilling Shuangxi for the full story, making sure he hadn't missed out on anything that would help him to put forward a case against the perpetrators of the incident, many of whom were standing in the room with him now. He'd also memorised the summary the imperial physician had presented to him of Hua Zhixuan's condition. It had felt reminiscent to that time he'd interned in his father's conglomerate and had worked for six months with the legal department to sue another company for a breach of contract. Back then, he'd catalogued the evidence too.
This was just how his mind worked. It didn't matter that the laws were different now. Noble Consort Li, Talented Lord Liang, and even the emperor operated within a certain framework of rules that Yan Zheyun could count on.
