Was it the examinee, the examiner, or some other part that made a fatal mistake?
Before long, Chen Yu was brought to the Hall of Supreme Harmony.
She was dressed in faded coarse cloth clothes and had a thin figure.
Head bowed, eyes lowered, not daring to look directly at the emperor's face.
Upon reaching the Emperor, she hurriedly knelt down, saying, "Chen Yu, a scholar from Xianyun County, pays his respects to Your Majesty."
Qin Minghuang held the copied exam paper that had just been presented to her. It not only had the signatures of the copyist and the reviewer, but also the examiner's comments and judgments.
Because it was a paper from a successful candidate in the imperial examinations, in addition to the grades for each section on classics, policy essays, and poetry, there were also joint signatures and annotations from the chief examiner and deputy chief examiner at the end.
"Show her the copy."
The exam paper was handed to Chen Yu, who hurriedly took it, glanced at it quickly, and then kowtowed again.
"Your Majesty, this article is the one I wrote!"
Qin Minghuang nodded. "Show the paper to all the officials and let them see if this paper is worthy of the ranking of 143rd."
...
The imperial prison is now overflowing with people.
Countless undercover agents were arrested and imprisoned, from low-level informants passing messages in the streets to pawnshop managers responsible for handling money.
Most importantly, they captured Shen Yuanzhang, the head of the aristocratic family's intelligence network in Fengjing.
After years of open and covert struggles with them, they were finally wiped out in one fell swoop.
They should have been drinking and celebrating for three days, but reality gave everyone a resounding slap in the face.
Xuanji Wei's face was burning with pain from head to toe.
In the lowest level of the imperial prison, in the solitary cells for high-ranking criminals.
The cage, forged from black iron, gleamed with a cold, eerie light, and the oppressive aura of a Divine Martial Realm expert enveloped it as if it were a tangible force.
Shen Yuanzhang curled up on the ground, letting out a series of shrill screams.
"Speak! Who exactly did this?!"
Outside the prison gate, Yin Zhe leaned against the cold, damp, rough wall, his face beneath the veil so somber it seemed to drip water.
They've already been questioning me for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, and they still won't budge despite being suppressed by absolute power. Continuing like this will probably be futile.
He suddenly turned and left, his knuckles clenched so tightly they turned white.
Damn it!
At a time like this, where is Qianhu Lingduo, who is most skilled at interrogation,?
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