Inside the public office, the blood on Pei Shaoqing's face had been wiped away, but the stains on his clothes couldn't be dealt with.
He was now lounging in a chair, his legs propped uncouthly on the desk, a handkerchief draped over his face.
"This subordinate, Li Kui, pays his respects, Your Excellency!"
After entering, Li Kui immediately knelt in salute.
"I hear you and Old Zhao were close. Friends for many years," Pei Shaoqing said lightly. With the handkerchief covering his face, his expression was impossible to read.
Li Kui trembled, the color draining from his face. He hurriedly bowed his head. "Please, Your Excellency, understand! I was indeed friends with Old Zhao, but I knew nothing of his collusion with the Profound Sect traitors! I have no intention of following in his footsteps."
