"The news is very tightly sealed. Even I can't find out."
"We'll know soon."
Ding Yi continued," Du Chengming's case has been closed. Many officials have been implicated. The Imperial Censorate has experienced an unprecedented earthquake. There are also some people from other departments. Today at noon, they will be dragged to the market for execution!"
He blinked.
"Are we going over?"
"Go," said Zhang Ronghua.
As he spoke, he arrived at the Purple Extreme Hall and entered from the side door on the left. Zheng Fugui went to the ranks of the generals and stood at the back, belonging to the bottom of the list.
The two of them stood in the Imperial Censorate's line. As Du Chengming and the others fell, the Imperial Attendant Supervisor was the leader. Behind them was Zhang Ronghua. Even the left and right Imperial Censors of the same level consciously stood behind.
After a while, the door closed.