Zhe Yu's hand was seized, and he stared wide-eyed at Princess Rong who uttered those cold three words!
His body instinctively resisted, but this only brought about even more violent restraints from the guards!
He was still injured, having just returned from the brink of death, yet at this moment, Princess Rong, whom he had revered for over twenty years, seemed oblivious and completely unaware that he was still a patient!
Looking down at the hand tightly gripping his wrist, suddenly an unknown strength surged within him, enabling him to unexpectedly overturn the guard restraining him!
"Isn't it just to make me submit,—fine, I'll write!"
Due to this violent action, the wound under his arm quickly spread with a deep red.
But he paid no regard, pressing the paper with his left hand and shakily writing with his right!
This resolute Zhe Yu was a sight Princess Rong had never seen before, and she couldn't help but frown.
