Han Zhi gazed at Song Xiang, whose expression was ashen, standing before the steps. The morning mist seeped through the window lattice, casting a slanted mark on the bronze mold on the desk that looked like a scar yet to heal. Zhang Maoze retreated to the veranda, the copper bells chiming softly behind him as startled sparrows fluttered across the treetops.
Han Zhi waved his hand and said, "Men, take him to the Right Department of the Court of Judicial Review and interrogate him yourselves—take him to the interrogation room first, and to the torture chamber later."
"Understood."
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