After Lan Yu's words fell.
Chang Mao had already lowered his head completely, not daring to look at Zhu Biao's expression again.
Even though Zhu Biao had yet to say anything, Chang Mao could clearly feel the suffocating pressure filling the hall.
Zhu Biao was already utterly furious.
But Lan Yu had already said it. Though panic filled his heart, he still forced himself to look at Zhu Biao without showing too much fear.
"You went to the Filial Mausoleum and dug up Xiongying's grave?"
"Say that again to me."
"What did you do?"
Zhu Biao frowned deeply, rose to his feet, and glared fixedly at Lan Yu.
Although Zhu Biao regarded Lan Yu as his maternal uncle and trusted him as family, he was truly angered at this moment—genuinely enraged.
"Your Highness."
"This subject dug open Xiongying's grave."
Lan Yu answered solemnly.
"Do you know this is a capital crime?"
Zhu Biao was thoroughly provoked by Lan Yu's words. Raising a hand to point at him, he said furiously, "You are an elder. You are my uncle."
"I have always treated you with the respect due to an elder, honored you, and protected you."
"When Xiongying was still alive, he was the same. He respected and trusted you immensely."
"And yet you dug open Xiongying's grave."
"You've gone mad. You really have gone mad."
"How am I supposed to deal with you?"
Zhu Biao stared fixedly at Lan Yu and roared.
"Your Highness."
"This subject sneaking into the Filial Mausoleum without authorization was already a capital crime. Digging open the Imperial Eldest Grandson's grave was an even graver capital crime."
"But I ask Your Highness to hear me out."
"Once I have finished, whether Your Highness wishes to execute me or do anything else, this subject deserves death." Lan