The Seventh Prince took the teacup and slowly raised his eyes. "Young Master Li, you mean..."
"A lion of the battlefield languishes in Heaven Prison, while his comrades' families have all been sent to the Jiaofang Office. Can you bear to stand by and watch, Your Highness? Aren't you afraid of chilling the hearts of the three hundred thousand mighty soldiers on the frontier?"
The teacup in the Seventh Prince's hand trembled slightly.
Those few short sentences had struck straight into his heart.
Everything Lin Xiaosu had said was exactly what he was thinking!
The Blood Dragon General had fought on the battlefield for forty years, defending the nation and its borders with unrivaled iron and blood, yet because of him, the Seventh Prince, calamity had struck out of nowhere.
If he could not save him, how could he, Hong Yun, deserve to call himself a man?
Wouldn't the three hundred thousand frontier soldiers lose heart?
Where was justice in this world?
Thus, even through a thousand hardships and trials, he had to keep Blood Dragon safe!
"Young Master Li... what exactly do you mean?" The Seventh Prince's heart surged, but he still kept his composure.
"I intend to help you this once!" Lin Xiaosu said.
That laid his cards on the table.
Yet the Seventh Prince slowly raised his eyes. "Thank you for your kindness, young master. However, this matter requires neither your concern nor mine. My imperial father will judge it fairly, and perhaps there will yet be a turn for the better."
Lin Xiaosu smiled. "The turn for the better you speak of probably isn't His Majesty's fair judgment, but following He Yun's plan, is it?"
The Seventh Prince's expression darkened slightly. "What do you mean, Young Master Li?"
Lin Xiaosu said, "There is no trust between