Shu He’s intuition was mostly correct. Deep in the woods, with moonlight blotted out by the dense canopy, it was no exaggeration to say you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.
"Have you two officials asked those around Miss Zhang—for instance, had she offended anyone? Was there anyone who held a grudge or felt jealous of her? Or perhaps, was there any young gentleman who had shown an interest in her?"
Official Wen’s expression shifted. He asked, "Does the Princess Consort believe it is highly likely Miss Zhang was framed?"
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