At the mention of this, Marquis Jing'an no longer dared say a word. He kept his head deeply bowed and said he was willing to confess!
He was willing to confess.
To admit to kidnapping and treating human lives like dirt!
As long as the other matters had not been traced back to him, he dared not mention them.
"Strip Marquis Jing'an of his title and imprison him! He shall be executed in three days!"
The emperor seized the teacup beside him and hurled it to the floor, his eyes filled with majesty and fury.
Everyone present dropped to their knees, not even daring to breathe loudly!
Crash!
Marquis Jing'an's vision swam, as though what had shattered was not the teacup, but his life!
Inside the prison.
Xu Rourou and Xu Xinbo were locked in the same cell. Gravely wounded and drained of blood, Xu Xinbo was so weak that he had barely a breath left.
Xu Rourou wept as she bandaged his wound, but it did no good at all.
She begged the jailers to summon a doctor, but almost no one paid her any attention.
She was in despair.
"Little sister..." Only when that weak voice called to her did she turn back and hold Xu Xinbo, crying.
"Don't bother. I'm afraid I won't make it..." All color had drained from Xu Xinbo's face, and his skin had begun to turn blue.
Although Xie Jin'an's sword had missed his heart, the wound was still deep.
With no one to treat him, he had already been bleeding for more than half a day.
He had lost too much blood. His vision blurred, and he seemed to see the Bridge of Helplessness.
"Brother, I'll beg someone to save you! Hold on. I'll beg the Eldest Princess, I'll beg the