Clouds and Mist

Xu Yi was as ferocious, cruel, and invincible as the Great Devil King, utterly shattering the Third Prince's mental defenses.

Fear of death and a desperate attachment to life swiftly drove the pain from the heights of his thoughts.

Whatever dignity and imperial bearing he had possessed had long since vanished with his terror-stricken courage, scattered to the winds.

Xu Yi couldn't stand the sight of him blubbering like a baby. He said coldly, "I told you I wouldn't kill you. What are you making all that noise for? I came to find you because I think you still have some use. I hope you don't squander the last shred of meaning your existence has."

"No, I won't. Just tell me what to do. I'll do it. I—I, your humble servant, will definitely get it done..."

He suddenly remembered that he was a prince, but not the dignity a prince ought to have. Instead, he thought of how he could use his status—and turned it into capital to bargain for his life.

Xu Yi didn't waste words. He went straight to the point and told him he wanted to visit the Office of Foreign Affairs.

The Third Prince was so moved he nearly burst into tears. He readily agreed, inwardly grumbling, All you want is to visit the Office of Foreign Affairs. Was all this really necessary? One letter would've done the trick! Look at the state you've left me in... He had completely forgotten that he'd brought this trouble upon himself.

The Third Prince sternly summoned his personal attendant and ordered him to take Xu Yi and see the matter through.

The attendant took in the bloody, reeking mess all around him and nearly fainted. He wanted to help the Third Prince, but the prince fixed him with a