Tucking his hands in the thick cape, Emperor Wu sat there with a nonchalant and distant look on his face. It was as if the others were nothing but ants to him.
A man was taken out of one of the cells.
It was a refined middle-aged man with a square face and a broad forehead.
Upon seeing Emperor Wu, something flickered in the middle-aged man's indifferent eyes.
"Your Majesty, you've finally spared some time for me." The middle-aged man stared at Emperor Wu and spoke in a tone that was neither too humble nor too pushy. He even sounded a little egoistic.
For he was confident that what he had done wouldn't get him killed. Moreover, the Zuo family would be pulling every string they had to get him out.
Hence, Emperor Wu wouldn't let him die, and it was even possible that the man would get away with a slap on the wrist.
"Feng Wu, speak," Emperor Wu smiled a little and said in an indifferent tone.
Speak? Did he mean it?
