The truth has always been there, it's just that many people habitually turn a blind eye.
When Liu Xin said "yes," the long street fell silent, and so did the onlookers—they could all see the facts, but they couldn't speak the facts.
Shen Yue looked at Li Cui'er, "They killed your father, murdered your brother, and seized your family's lands. It seems they are not willing to let matters rest and have captured you as well?"
As he spoke, an image suddenly flashed across his mind.
It was the expression of Zhao Ji sitting on the dragon throne.
Zhao Ji looked stern and contemplative.
Shen Yue was slightly surprised; from his journey to Shangjing and the desert, Zhao Ji did not seem at all like an Emperor.
Many people are endowed with a certain demeanor by the power they hold, and once they lose that power, they become indistinguishable from the masses.
Emperor Huizong of Song was no exception.