Seeing Wang Su lying on the ground, the Prison Minister's face drained of all color. He snapped back to his senses and dropped to his knees before Lu Xiu. The moment he knelt, all the prison guards scrambled to their knees as well.
The Prison Minister was on the verge of tears. "Grand Commandant, the case of Wang Su's private minting of currency is not yet closed. If His Majesty sends for him again, what am I supposed to—"
Lu Xiu rose to his feet, his hands clasped within his sleeves. His gaze was as cold as frost, forcing the minister's unfinished words back down his throat.
Lu Xiu merely tilted his head, and a guard immediately took the hint, seizing the Prison Minister and dragging him out. Once they were gone, several prison guards lifted Wang Su and followed. The room fell silent once more.
If not for the conspicuous pool of blood on the floor, one might have thought nothing had happened at all.
