Wei Jie took out a bright yellow imperial edict from her sleeve, unfolded it, and placed it in front of Wu Ping.
"By God's blessing, the emperor issued an edict: The ninth prince, Wu Ping, has deficient moral character and misbehavior, and has refused to change despite repeated admonishments. His status as a prince is now revoked, he is demoted to a commoner, and he is sent to Shengjing to guard the imperial mausoleum.
Admire this. "
The air in the courtyard was solid.
The guards looked at each other in shock, and the staff remained silent.
Wu Ping stared at the imperial edict, her hands trembling slightly.
At this moment, Wei Jie came close to his ear, lowered her voice, and said at a volume that only two people could hear: "Do you think you were really framed by me?
Wrong. "
His voice was filled with triumph, ridicule, and the pleasure of giving death to his prey.
