Chu Xuanzhen's gaze settled on the hands of the men who had grabbed Shen Yangge's wrist. The dark murderous intent in his eyes was on the verge of spilling out.
Those servants had seen their share of tense situations. Seeing that the Crown Prince could only glare murderously at them without doing anything, they breathed a sigh of relief.
Then they remembered that he was already imprisoned. Unless the emperor changed his decree, he would probably never regain his standing. Emboldened, they exchanged glances and moved forward to grab Shen Yangge's hand again.
The servant who had barely taken two steps closer died on the spot. No one knew how he had died; it had happened far too suddenly.
At his death, the other servants who had been about to act began trembling. How could they dare throw their weight around now?
They dropped to their knees with a series of thuds, begging, "Spare us, Your Highness!" Then they told Chu Xuanzhen that General Jia had ordered them to come here.
They had thought the Crown Prince would show them mercy, but they had been far too optimistic.
Silver needles flew out of nowhere and pierced both hands of the two servants who had tugged at Shen Yangge's sleeves.
Agonizing pain slowly spread from the punctures through their entire bodies. In the end, both coughed up blood and fainted.
The last servant wet himself in terror and remained kneeling, not daring to move for a long time.
Perhaps because they had been silent for too long, Jia Zhengyuan came to Shen Yangge's cell himself. His thick brows rose at the sight of the servants lying dead inside.
His voice carried a flippant edge. "I thought you were a weakling, but you've got a few tricks after all. The Fourth Prince