By the time he woke, his arms and legs had gone limp and weak. Chen Hezhi governed the Heavens-Following Prefecture and knew the punishments of its prisons well. He quickly realized he had been crippled. He knew serving an emperor was like keeping company with a tiger. His Majesty's thoughts ran deep, and he was often ruthless beyond measure. But Chen Hezhi had never imagined he would die quietly in Digan Palace.
The moment he took the case and traced it to the crown prince, he knew his official career was over.
Chen Hezhi had no regrets. He just hadn't expected—
He had heard everything they had said above. So it was His Majesty who had committed such evil. He struggled to raise his head and speak, to tell Wen Xu that he did not blame him for keeping secrets. Everything Chen Hezhi had done was merely the fulfillment of his duty, without any selfish motive.
But no matter how he opened his mouth, he could not make a sound.
Chen Hezhi knew he had been poisoned into silence. His Majesty... truly was merciless.
"Fuck! That stupid, trash emperor! Does he think I'm dead?" Bian Chunchou rolled up his sleeves and charged out. With a wrench of both hands, he snapped the iron bars, each as thick as a baby's arm. "Lord Chen, hang on. Don't you dare die."
As he spoke, he pulled out large bottles of Blood-Replenishing Pills and Qi-Replenishing Pills and poured nearly half of each into Chen Hezhi's mouth.
"I only needed one when I saved Wen Xu-Xu. You've had this many, so you'd better not actually die."
Chen Hezhi, who had nearly choked: ...
"You've fed him enough to bring back the dead." Chen Zui, of all people, was the calmest. He glanced at the