Zhu Cheng's face was dark and foreboding, like a storm about to break.
Wen Qiming grew increasingly fearful. Initially stammering, he realized these words were impossible to say to Zhu Cheng in front of everyone. Without searching for excuses, he mimicked the Jia Family's actions and knocked his forehead heavily on the ground.
"Prince, this subordinate is wrongly accused! I have no connection, no hatred, nor grievances with Jia Jun. There's no reason for me to want his life!
Any other punishment I can accept, but as for murder, I truly cannot. You can kill or beat me, and I'll have no complaints, but I genuinely did not kill anyone!"
Although Wen Qiming knocked his head heavily, nobody present was moved.
On the one hand, Mrs. Jia was a woman who had just lost her husband, with elderly parents and young children, right at a painful and helpless point. Her pitiful kneeling and kowtowing would stir empathy in anyone who saw her.
