The temporary Interrogation Room was brightly lit.
Two Great Snow Dragon Rider Guards tossed Zhang Ke onto the cold floor.
His armor and official robes had already been stripped away, leaving him in nothing but a thin Prison Uniform.
Zhu Zhanjun sat in the seat of honor, silently turning over a Wine Cup made from a Beast Skull, which he had taken from the Shaman Altar.
The oppressive atmosphere nearly suffocated Zhang Ke.
He knew that what awaited him was a judgment that would decide whether he lived or died.
"Speak."
After a long silence, Zhu Zhanjun finally spoke, breaking the stillness.
"Tell me everything you know. Not a single word left out."
"Yes... yes..."
Daring not to conceal a thing, Zhang Ke spilled everything, like beans tumbling from a bamboo tube: how Prince Han and Prince Zhao had won him over, and how he had taken part in their plot to rebel.
He also confessed how he had helped them smuggle Tartar Death Warriors and Shaman Sorcerers into the capital, and how they had planned to sabotage the supply route at the Northern Border.
His account was much the same as what Zhu Zhanjun had already suspected.
Prince Han and Prince Zhao were indeed the masterminds behind this vast conspiracy.
Their plan had three steps.
First, at the Northern Border, they would use the White Hair Wind conjured by the Shaman Sorcerers to trap Zhu Di's Northern Expedition Army, cut off its Grain and Fodder, and leave Zhu Di to die of illness or fall in battle in Mobei.
Second, in the capital, they would assassinate Crown Prince Zhu Gaochi and frame Zhu Zhanjun, provoking an internal struggle within the Eastern Palace.
Third, once the first two steps were complete and Great Ming was left without a leader, they