As Pei Yunyi listened to the deep voice of the Prefect of the Capital, his gaze fixed on the letters in the Prefect's hand, and his heart slowly sank.

High-ranking officials who are working hard.

This aligns with what Emperor Guangqi once said about the presence of spies within the Great Gan regime.

This situation proves that Zhao Qingshu did not lie when he was dying, and that he was not the one who colluded with the Western Rong.

It was someone else.

As expected, since the mastermind behind the scenes has already presented such real information as evidence to frame him, the handwriting on the letter must also be the same as his.

Sure enough, after the people from the Jingzhao Prefecture searched Pei Yunyi's study and found the letter, the Jingzhao Prefect compared and authenticated the handwriting of the two letters and finally came to the same conclusion.

Even the paper used in the evidence was the same as the paper Pei Yunyi usually used.

Song Ruoan then summoned two servants from the Marquis of Anding's residence as witnesses.

Both men were servants of the Marquis of Anding, and their minds were completely blank at this moment. They answered whatever the Prefect of the Capital asked them.

He admitted that he had indeed seen the young master's attendant, Qing Tong, holding a letter and exchanging letters frequently. As for the contents of those letters, he knew for sure.

Upon hearing this, the Prefect of the Capital's heart began to pound wildly.

Everyone sitting there was shrewd and understood what this meant.

Song Ruoan was just a woman living in the inner courtyard of a secluded mansion; given her status, it was impossible for her to fabricate such authentic evidence.

Therefore, what she said must be true, and the letter must also be true.

There must be spies within the Da Gan organization, and all the evidence points to Song Xizhi and his wife.

The Prefect of the Capital stared wide-eyed, his chest heaving. He hurriedly instructed his trusted confidant to deliver the message to the palace, and then slammed his gavel down.

"With such evidence, He Jingyan and Song Xizhi have committed treason and collusion with the enemy. What else do you have to say?"

Song Xizhi gritted his teeth and looked in Pei Yunyi's direction.

Pei Yunyi simply raised his eyes calmly, his unwavering gaze fixed on the direction of the Prefect of the Capital, his gaze seemingly carrying a hint of intimidation.

"The letter is fake; it was deliberately framed. There are indeed spies from the Western Rong within the Da Gan region, but it wasn't me. I've been guarding the frontier for over ten years; I have no reason or possibility to betray the country."

Marquis An Ding also raised his head at this moment. His face was pale, and he looked extremely haggard, but he spoke each word with great determination:

"Yes, my sons, even if they are cowardly, selfish, and foolish, neither Jing Yan nor Yun Ce would ever betray their country!"

Song Ruoan laughed with great satisfaction. She felt that the evidence was irrefutable, and the man at this moment was just being stubborn and refusing to admit it.

She stretched out her bony arm and burst into laughter, almost clutching her stomach: "More than ten years guarding the border?"

“The real He Jingyan has no reason or possibility to betray his country, but as I said, you are not He Jingyan. You are a spy from the Western Rong, which is why you defected to the enemy and betrayed your country!”

As she spoke, she looked defiantly in the man's direction, her bulging eyes seemingly hanging in empty sockets: "Otherwise, are you willing to undergo a blood test to prove you are the son of the Marquis of Anding?"

As soon as Song Ruoan finished speaking, the huge courtroom fell silent, and Pei Yunyi did not answer.

As he fell silent, everyone watching clenched their fists, and the murmurs grew louder.

"Judging from his guilty look, everyone knows what's going on!"

The women sitting behind Consort Li muttered a few words, their eyes full of contempt: "If I were to marry a traitorous spy, I would be truly pitiful. I might as well be dead."

The other person clicked his tongue twice, his gaze towards Song Xizhi anything but innocent, his tone growing increasingly contemptuous:

"I thought I had risen to a high position and married the eldest son of the Marquis of Anding, but I never expected him to be a rogue who was impersonating someone to take advantage of me."

Upon hearing this, Consort Li laughed, her voice undisguised, as if deliberately meant for Prince Xiu to hear: "I've already said they're not just ordinary hooligans, they're spies from the Western Rong. Even Song Xizhi is a spy sent by the Western Rong."

"She's had an affair with a man like that, and might even be carrying a bastard child from the Western Rong. She'll definitely be drowned in a pig cage!"

Upon hearing this, Prince Su's face turned ashen: "Whether it's a rogue who takes advantage or a spy from an enemy country, they are all despicable villains. Even if he didn't betray his country, this woman's purity has been defiled, and he must be drowned in a pig cage!"

Prince Xiu frowned slightly, wanting to speak, but not knowing what to say.

The sounds of the lady and the common people talking filled his ears. No matter what they said, Song Xizhi's innocence had been tarnished by villains, and in their eyes, he was already as good as dead.

Song Ruoan felt extremely happy as she listened to the voice beside her.

The cycle of karma is real; fortunes change every thirty years.

Song Xizhi probably never imagined, even in death, that he would so easily turn the tide and crush Song Xizhi under his feet!

They'll make sure she can never rise again, and she'll end up like her mother, drowned in a pig cage!

As Song Ruoan pondered, she slowly turned her head again, giving Song Xizhi a pitying look, her eyes filled with condescending smugness.

Sister, oh sister, if you pick any one of the people present, they would all be overshadowed by this despicable scoundrel.

Song Xizhi's scheming and meticulous planning have now become a complete joke!

She became a harlot and a whore!

Didn't Song Xizhi look down on He Yunce before? Everyone looked down on He Yunce!

But now He Yunce is the only bloodline of the Marquis's family, while He Jingyan is about to be sent to the executioner's block!

It's hilarious! I never imagined Song Xizhi would end up like this.

Hearing the surrounding chatter, Pei Yunyi slowly reached out and grasped Song Xizhi's cold fingers.

He was still debating whether to reveal his identity, but since it would affect Zhizhi's dignity, there was no point in hesitating.

Pei Yunyi turned to look at Song Xizhi, who was standing beside him, his eyes filled with tender affection.

He slowly stepped forward and said in a deep voice to the crowd, "I am indeed not He Jingyan, the eldest son of Marquis Anding."