Yan Wanqing's complexion was pale, her expression cold and rigid, her eyes red yet exceptionally resolute.
She raised her hand, signaling someone to bring a stool and place it in the room, then she looked at Yan An.
Yan An's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't move.
"As the only family member holding a fourth-rank official position at court, this matter is of great importance. If uncle cannot make a decision, then we'll have no choice but to turn it over to the Dali Temple. Uncle surely understands what that would mean for the Yan Family," Yan Wanqing said, enunciating each word with precision.
Regarding the case of Yan Minsheng having killed eight people, at this moment, no one was more suitable to judge than Yan An.
Traditionally in Dawei, women do not involve themselves in court affairs, and Yan Wanqing was already being quite audacious. This was not a matter for her to lead.
