"Perhaps Mr. Song also realized that his betrayal had been detected, so in order to protect himself, he fled early and hid," or maybe he was killed by someone surnamed Gao, who knows?"
Did he disappear early?
Did he hide and escape far away?
Zhao Douan raised his eyebrows; he was always curious about this Mr. Song whom he had never met.
But now was not the time to search for this man.
Zhao Douan finished the interrogation, turned back, and said coldly, "Mr. Gao, do you have anything else to say?"
Dressed in an official robe, with his black-and-white hair neatly distinguished, Mr. Gao, expressionless as though he had just come to his senses, shook his head and said:
"Just some slander."
After he said these words, he closed his eyes, seeming to know that any argument now was futile.
"Some slander... what an answer for slander..."
Zhao Douan seemed to be mocked into laughter but instantly, his expression turned as cold as midwinter:
