Chen Taisu was not like Li Shu or the Madam of Yue; he still possessed a shred of conscience.
From the moment he was brought into the magistrate's hall, through the interrogation, and finally into the prison cell, no more than half an hour had passed—he had confessed quickly. Han Zhi had finished drafting his memorial and taken it upon himself to grant the entire Court of Judicial Review a half-day break.
Deep within the imperial prison, the chill was fiercer than outside, sinking straight into the marrow of one's bones. Stripped of his outer cloak and dressed only in a thin prisoner's garb, Chen Taisu's emaciated frame was hunched against the freezing stone wall.
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