Zhao Tingyue's eyes were bloodshot, his disheveled hair flying in the air, and his hands tightly restrained by soldiers. He truly looked the picture of a fallen prisoner, and his furious tone inevitably carried a touch of hysteria.
Regardless of Second Prince's raving, Bái Xùnzhèng announced publicly: "Second Prince Zhao Tingyue has colluded privately with the northern barbarians and trafficked in arms, violating the imperial decree previously issued by our dynasty. Guards, take this pack of Khitan scoundrels who plague the Central Plains, along with Prince Ping, and escort them to the Prefecture Western Prison. In two days, there will be a preliminary trial by the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court, followed by a review by the Ministry of Punishments. Because this matter implicates a great many people, the final sentence will ultimately be decided by Your Majesty."
"Bái Xùnzhèng, who on earth sent you?" Prince Ping's eyes were bloodshot. It seemed as though he had already accepted his fate, yet he still harbored a shred of lingering resentment, determined to die with a clear understanding of what had happened.
Chapter 121