He still did not know what the man he was supposed to impersonate needed to do, whether he could make it back in time, or whether something would happen to him.
Otherwise, once a flaw in his identity was exposed, he would be guilty of the grave crime of deceiving the emperor. Although the laws of This Dynasty had not retained the Previous Dynasty's punishments of exterminating nine generations and collective guilt, execution by chariot dismemberment, being torn apart by five horses, and death by a thousand cuts were no laughing matter.
He was still young. He did not want to die just like that.
Yet Liang Wenjin had failed to consider that the only person who could truly send him to his death was the Crown Prince sitting before him.
His reasoning was hardly sound. He had only considered the outcome if something happened to Chu Xuanzhen, never thinking that refusing or prying too deeply might get him executed on the spot by the man before him.
Chu Xuanzhen stopped tapping the tabletop. He propped his chin on one hand, his languid posture inexplicably radiating a murderous chill. He was merely sitting there, doing nothing and saying nothing, yet his presence seemed to press down on everyone until they could barely breathe.
"That is not for you to ask."
At those words, cold sweat broke out on Liang Wenjin's forehead. He regretted what he had just said so bitterly that he could have kicked himself!
Who did he think he was, daring to speak to a nation's Crown Prince like that?
Did he have a death wish?!
Liang Wenjin dropped to his knees and bowed deeply. "I have overstepped. Please show mercy."
Chu Xuanzhen glanced down at him, then withdrew his gaze and resumed gently tapping the tabletop. He