"Good! Chancellor Sòng is willing to shoulder the blame! What noble spirit!" Han Zhi's voice rose sharply, carrying a tone of nearly ruthless admiration, yet it struck Sòng xiang's heart like a heavy hammer. "But can you shoulder it? Can you shoulder all of it?!"
He stood up, pacing back and forth twice within the narrow cell, the hem of his official robes stirring up a gust of cold wind.
"You say the root cause lies in your poor judgment of character? Fine! Li Shu embezzled eight hundred strings of cash in tea taxes—how much of that will you shoulder? He framed his mentors—how much of that will you shoulder? He forged official seals—how much of that will you shoulder?"
Chapter 458