Seeing the Steward, whom he had scared unconscious with a single sentence, Zhu Zhanjun was somewhat speechless.
His mental fortitude was far too poor.
"Wake him."
Zhu Zhanjun gave the order indifferently.
A Yulin Guard soldier ladled a dipper of cold water from the nearby vat and poured it over the Steward's face without the slightest courtesy.
The icy well water jolted the Steward into a shudder, and he slowly came to.
The moment he opened his eyes, he saw Zhu Zhanjun's half-smiling, half-mocking face. His entire body went limp with terror, and a warm stream flowed from his crotch, filling the air with a foul reek.
"His... His Highness Prince Zheng... spare me... please, spare me..."
His nose ran and tears streamed down his face as he prostrated himself and frantically knocked his head against the ground, each impact ringing out with a bang.
"Now, are you willing to talk?"
Zhu Zhanjun's tone remained calm.
"I'll talk! I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!"
The Steward no longer dared conceal anything.
"It... it was the Chief Clerk of Prince Han's Manor, Li Mo! He found me and told me to rent this place to them!"
"Everything in the cellar was brought in by their people! Those Death Warriors were raised by them too!"
"Your Highness, I'm truly only a minor figure forced into this! Please, Your Highness, spare my worthless life!"
"Li Mo, the Chief Clerk of Prince Han's Manor?"
Zhu Zhanjun narrowed his eyes.
It was Prince Han again.
It seemed that his second uncle truly could not wait another day.
However, Zhu Zhanjun did not completely believe the Steward's words.
Although Prince Han Zhu Gaoxu was reckless, he was not a fool. How could he so easily expose the people from his manor at such an important secret