Outside the hall, Chen Wenzong and two other young men stood quietly with hands down, saying nothing.
At this moment, everyone heard the sound of footsteps, and all eyes turned towards Chen Ji, as if the atmosphere were that of a grand trial, filled with overwhelming authority.
Chen Ji stood firm outside the hall, bowing hands in salute: "Undeserving descendant Chen Ji, greets the Family Head."
Official Chen, with his head of white hair, a thin body cloaked in official robes like in a large cloak, said, "Come forward to speak."
Chen Ji lifted the hem of his robe and crossed the threshold, standing straight in the light of Wendan Hall.
Official Chen sat on the Taishi Chair, carefully eyed him, and then spoke: "I saw the Crown Prince's memorial petitioning for your merits, claiming you killed one hundred and seven Jing Dynasty traitors in battle. Is this true?"
Chen Ji bowed his head and replied: "It is not true."
Official Chen asked again: "More or less?"
