Rumors spread everywhere, saying that Shen Yan rejected the princess's marriage and simply despised the Tian family.
I was overjoyed after hearing this.
I wrote a three-page impeachment memorial overnight.
Just as he started writing, the door was suddenly pushed open.
Shen Yan was standing in front of the door in black uniform, with anger welling up in his eyes.
He first looked at the memorial on my desk.
I looked at my long hair that was tied up again.
The voice was so cold that it was quenched by frost:
"Chu Heng, we slept together last night, and you plan to impeach me in court today?"
The imperial censor of Chu and the minister of Dali Temple, Shen Yan, were incompatible with each other. They always fought in every court and refused to give in to each other.
No one knows that in private, the powerful official of Zhilan Yushu sticks to my side every day and begs for mercy in a low voice:
"Madam, I was wrong. Next time you join me, I will grind the ink for you."
Note: Imaginary ancient saying | A woman disguised as a man and a vicious censor × restrained the powerful minister of a mean-spirited family | Suspenseful investigation + court intrigue | 1v1 Shuangjie HE
