Fan Chengzhuo was overcome with anxiety.
In fact, when he arrived today, he had already considered that his secrets might be exposed. But at the time, his only thought was that even if it meant being ground to dust, he could not stand by and watch something happen to Zheng Baosu.
But now, hearing Emperor Muwu's words, he was suddenly unsure.
'What… what did he mean?'
"Rest assured. I will not take your life, nor will I take your son's."
As Emperor Muwu spoke, he turned his head and coughed a few times.
A flicker of hope instantly ignited in Zheng Baosu's eyes. He even shuffled forward half a step on his knees in his eagerness.
His heart filled with yearning, waiting for Emperor Muwu to utter words of pardon.
Zhao Xuanping simply couldn't watch any longer. He couldn't help but roll his eyes and curse under his breath.
