In the royal palace, in a secret underground hall. The underground hall’s layout was just like a courtroom, with the head seat for the judge, the defendant’s table for a lawyer to present his client’s case, and the row of chairs at the back occupied by the spectators. At the head seat sat a middle-aged man. He had gray hair, reserved but sharp eyes, and a calm temperament. His head was lowered like he was uninterested in this gathering, but everyone in the hall could feel his cold but cool gaze resting on them, making them all continue feeling on their toes. The hall was just partially filled, and from the attire worn by most of the people, it could easily be discerned that they were of significant status in the palace. Right now, at the defendant’s table stood a middle-aged woman. And beside the gray-haired man who sat on the head seat stood a white-haired middle-aged man. The white sharp sword hanging from his waist indicated his identity.
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