The young priest who was the first to fan the flames, instigating Mo Zhuang to capture Qiaoqiao and sentence her to capital punishment, now hid in the crowd like a quail. He feared to even take a deep breath, but this did not mean that Mo Lian was willing to let him off.
He swept his eyes over and locked onto that young priest.
"Him!" Mo Lian pointed straight at him with his slender finger and ordered, "Drag him over!"
The young priest shook like a quail in the strong wind. He shook all over uncontrollably.
The Greenwood Guard had just touched his body when that priest dropped to the ground and kowtowed continuously. He exclaimed, "Spare me, Your Highness. Spare me, Your Highness. Spare me, Your Highness! This humble one was momentarily confused. Th-This humble one, this humble one spoke carelessly and o-offended the crown prince consort. Th-This humble one is willing to apologize to the crown prince consort."
