A thin sheet of paper, like a light leaf, flew into the flame of an oil lamp and instantly turned to ash.
"Do you really not intend to hand it over to the Court of Judicial Review?" he proposed again.
Lu Tong's heart, which had just relaxed a bit, immediately tightened again as she said coldly, "No."
"I don't want to hear their insincere apologies."
The justice achievable under the current laws was just too trivial. Capital punishment could be commuted to a lesser sentence, and lesser sentences could gradually become acquittals. Even if the truth came out, Lu Tong did not believe that the Grand Preceptor's Mansion would let Qi Yutai pay with his life for a life taken. At most, he would receive some superficial punishment, compensate her with some money, and perhaps even pretend to weep and show sincere repentance in front of her door.
Truly disgusting.
Pei Yunmeng watched her thoughtfully.
