"But can this alone convict the murderer?" Wang Jian asked curiously. "It's not like Yur Mingxuan couldn't have accessed these poisons. What's more, he's well versed in medicine, so he'd be even more capable of concocting something like this."
Wang Jian's words plunged Gongsun Xing into deep thought.
He and Mingxuan had initially focused on the source of the poison, but even if they traced it, it wouldn't prove that Yue Mingxuan wasn't the one who administered it.
After pondering for a moment, he said, "It's true there's not enough evidence. But this is as far as I can go. What happens next will be up to him to figure out on his own."
He could protect him, but he couldn't shield him forever.
As the grand elder of Silver Needle Sect, he should have the wisdom to handle such matters; otherwise, how would he manage the sect in the future?
That afternoon in the imperial study, the Emperor looked at Rong Qinglei who is kneeling on the ground and couldn't help but feel exasperated.
