Just as they were panicking, Fan Wenzhen suddenly burst into laughter, drew the sword from the waist of the soldier escorting him, and pressed it against his own throat, "Today, I, Fan Wenzhen, shall die, but it is from loyalty to the Crown Prince and being abandoned by him. How dare you pledge loyalty again?" Without another word, he slit his own throat, blood spurting everywhere. Even the confession was splattered with several drops.
For a moment, everyone was stunned and took a while to react.
In this way, that confession could not be delivered anymore...
With the death of Fan Wenzhen, there was no evidence against him. This time for the Crown Prince... whether wronged or not, he was going to be unfortunate.
Meanwhile, Gali, who had come to the Capital to plead his case, learned of Fan Wenzhen's death and slapped his thigh, feeling as though the clouds had parted to show a clear day.
Indeed, a ready scapegoat!