A voice cried out, hoarse and exhausted.
Like an invisible curse, it spread through the hall.
The maids of Jiafu Hall to whom they belonged were self-evident...
Fang Fucai approached Li Sangruo, choking back tears as he knelt, "Your Highness, I too bear responsibility in this matter, but no matter what, Xiuyin and Meiyin are also people of the Jiafu Hall. If they are sent to the Imperial Cavalry Division, once word gets out... What kind of talk is that?"
He cast an accusing glance at Pang Gui.
"The Imperial Cavalry Division is meant to eliminate traitors and punish the wicked for the Imperial Court, not a place for abuse of private punishment..."
Pang Gui dared not speak.
"Great General," Li Sangruo looked at Pei Jue, her eyes filled with coldness, "Are you saying that even people from my chambers are subject to interrogation by the Imperial Cavalry Division?"
Pei Jue remained impassive.
She then turned to look at the envoys seated around.
