Upon hearing this, that coward Wei Chengchao had already lost the usual arrogant and domineering demeanor of a noble son, and crawled up to kneel in front of Princess Changle.
"Commandery Princess, we are friends usually, and since you know it wasn't me, please let me out! It's dirty and smelly here, I, no, I really can't take it anymore."
He also knew that Princess Changle's family had been wiped out, and the grief and anger were like a runaway horse. Even his father, the Prime Minister, had been imprisoned, and supplication was all he could offer; nothing else was effective.
Princess Changle, however, remained unmoved, lacking the closeness they shared while drinking and chatting at Tengyun Building. At this moment, her curled lips appeared sinister in the reflection of the flames.
"Pray for your own fortune. If you catch that little fat boy, I will execute only him. If you don't, your entire family must be buried with him. Must!"
