"Yes," said the man. "Wu He applied a type of poison that could be scattered into the air on the steam lamp used daily by the little Marquis. Wu He had said — the little Marquis loved to turn the lamp to the brightest setting when he was young and often left it on all night, not turning it off even at bedtime. After such a long time, the lamp's backside always became hot enough to cook an egg. Naturally, the poison would be melted, then mixed in the air and inhaled into the lungs.

"The affected would start having a continuous fever and would cough non-stop in the beginning. Since these symptoms are commonly seen in children, it would not be noticeable. Still, the body would be weakened over time; after the poison entered the internal organs, all medicine would be rendered ineffective."

Tan Hong Fei's eyes seemingly wanted to drip blood.

"At that time, the steam lamp used by the little Marquis in the palace was the kind with a lampshade made from the colorful liuli glass especially sent by the Westerner. They were extremely expensive; only the young princes and the little Marquis used them, not even the empress had one.

"Unexpectedly, the Third Prince accidentally broke his Western steam lamp. He got worried about being reprimanded but did not dare to ask anyone for help, either. The little Marquis then switched his own lamp for the Third Prince's, secretly gluing the broken parts together, placing a book on top and pretending to use it normally like before."

"What happened next, you all already know, the Third Prince died at a young age. The former emperor was furious, ordering a thorough investigation of the inner palace. Wu He was imprisoned for his crime of murdering the prince, becoming the scapegoat for the traitor."

Just as the man finished this, he flipped his sleeves and bowed down to the ground, raising his voice: "This peasant has finished telling you everything from start to finish, thank you to all of you, generals and officers. The vile man from that year who still walks outside the grasp of law right now is the Imperial Uncle — Wang Guo!"

Zhu Heng was taken aback: "How courageous... you, how courageous of you!"

That middle-aged responded: "Courage as vast as the heaven, willing to leave this insignificant mortal body!"

Zhu Heng pressed on: "What is your evidence!?"

The middle-aged man took out a letter old enough to rot: "To answer the master, here is a letter that Imperial Uncle Wang and Eunuch Wu had secretly exchanged that year, you all will understand whether it is the truth after you have taken a look."

After that, the man placed the envelope on the ground then leaned back slightly, he seemed to let out a faint sigh.

"The grudges and resentment of the past, will all end here today."