Qi Chuan hesitated, "This..."
Fan Zhenglian gave a mysterious smile, "Though I have fallen into such a state where complete exoneration is impossible, there is still room for maneuver in how this case is adjudicated. You, not being part of the officialdom, wouldn't know that saving me is but a word away for those people of high status."
"The Grand Preceptor's Mansion is my last resort," said Fan Zhenglian.
He took a step back, sipped some hot wine, and his eyes shone brightly in the dimly lit prison cell.
When he had dealt with that young man surnamed Lu cleanly, he had done a favor for the Grand Preceptor's Mansion, yet he didn't forget to keep an ace up his sleeve. He didn't deliver that young man's letter to the Grand Preceptor's Mansion; instead, he had kept it secretly for himself.
Handled poorly, the item could be a death warrant, but used wisely, it could be a lifesaver.
