The obsequious voices of the jailers rose and fell in stark contrast to the screams and wails usually heard in the imperial prison.
Peng Lie knew clearly in his heart—the reason these usually fierce and sinister prison heads were now so attentive was no more than their fear of his grandson, the Crown Prince of the Wenjing Dynasty.
"Hmm..."
The old general let out a soft snort, his gaze piercing through the narrow window of the cell, as if he could see in the direction of the imperial palace.
He knew these people's thoughts too well: as long as the Crown Prince remained standing, they dared not eradicate the Peng Family.
After all, who could tell who would be the one sitting on the dragon throne tomorrow…
Just then, clear footsteps echoed from outside the prison passage, causing all the jailers to suddenly stiffen.
In terror, they turned to see a figure dressed in dark purple standing at the end of the corridor, who had somehow appeared without notice.
