In the grand hall, everyone turned their gaze toward Li Qingmu.
Opening an iron mine privately is no small matter; if mishandled, it might lead to a major case, perhaps even resulting in a massacre.
Chen Fang'en, both angry and fearful, wondered what Wang Ren had done. Although he wasn't clear, he suspected dereliction of duty.
"Mr. Chen, don't be anxious. Listen to him finish his statement first; otherwise, you might end up confessing inadvertently."
Chen Fang'en's rival, the Minister of the Ministry of Justice, Liang Wenyuan, sneered.
These two, one serving the Third Prince, the other the Crown Prince, both eager to see each other fall. Though the Crown Prince's side didn't like Li Qingmu either, using him against the Third Prince was beneficial.
Chen Fang'en's face turned ashen, he snorted coldly and retreated.
"Imperial Censor Li, please continue!"
"Thank you, Mr. Liang!"
Li Qingmu bowed slightly to Liang Wenyuan and handed over the memorial.
