At the moment Gao Lian was being executed by Zhao Duan in the painting,
outside the Ministry of Justice's prison, a carriage escorted by Imperial Guards on horseback carrying torches came from the palace and stopped outside the grim building.
Mo Chou lifted the curtain of the carriage, stepped down without any hesitation, and directly led a group of people into the prison.
"Miss Mo?!" A few officials who had been urgently arranged to take charge of affairs in the prison due to the sudden and unexpected death of Wang Chusheng were shocked and came out to greet her, "What brings you here? Could it be that Your Majesty has instructed you?"
Mo Chou could not be bothered with them, the female officer's brows furrowed with killing intent, said coldly, "I want to interrogate Gao Lian."
"This..." The Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice hesitated.
"Alone, take me to his cell, no one else should come close." Mo Chou completely ignored the reaction of the official and continued.
