Lu Mingyuan clasped his hands behind his back and smiled faintly. "This man is colluding with the White Lotus Ancient Sect and speaking on behalf of the Evil Cult. He's highly suspicious. Throw him in prison to await sentencing."
"Yes!"
"And her? The Imperial Capital's number one Courtesan?"
Yun Qinghe pushed the deathly pale Su Yujing forward, a playful smirk on her face.
"Throw her in prison."
Lu Mingyuan didn't spare her a glance, waving his hand dismissively.
With a look of utter astonishment, Yun Qinghe tossed Su Yujing to the Shadow Warriors.
'I'm saved...'
The thought reached Lu Mingyuan's ears.
"Reporting, Your Highness, there are still many remnants deep inside the Drunken Flower Tower!"
Hong Wan emerged from a pavilion, sending a voice transmission to Lu Mingyuan.
"Kill your way inside."
Lu Mingyuan replied coolly.
