"I thought the person coming would be Zhou Cheng."
Zhao Douan sat on the ground, his gaze piercing through the prison bars, looking towards the green-robed government officer outside.
The calm flames of the brazier on the wall cast oblique light upon the face of the Minister of the Ministry of Justice, adding a sinister depth to his features.
He Zheng, accompanied by two clerks from the Ministry of Justice and followed by two prison guards.
"Ha, you think you are worthy of having Lord Tingwei come to interrogate you personally?"
He Zheng sneered, his mustache curling upwards, his eyes unabashedly gleeful.
Being repeatedly beaten by Zhao Douan had been an unprecedented humiliation in his life.
Now, as fortunes reversed, how could he not feel joyful and triumphant?
Standing hands behind his back in the hallway, looking down at the prisoner beneath the steps, He Zheng felt light and immensely pleased.