The cold wind howled.
Facing Li Zhaoyuan's gaze, Xu Yuan said solemnly,
"Your Highness, this was not our doing."
Li Zhaoyuan furrowed his brows, a hint of contemplation appearing on his face:
"This matter... wasn't done by you?"
As he spoke, a smile that said "I understand" emerged on his lips:
"The Prime Minister's Mansion serves the country and its people, naturally, it wouldn't engage in such self-destructive acts as tearing down its own city walls. It seems more likely the work of some treacherous court officials."
No matter the intention, setting off an explosion in the war armament storehouse was a massive black mark that meant certain death for anyone implicated, if the situation hadn't escalated to outright hostility.
If the Prime Minister's Mansion were to take the blame, they would have to pay the price.
For this reason, this matter is most likely going to end up as an unsolvable miscarriage of justice.
"......."