After a series of pleas and apologies, Spark was released to his greatest shock. No queries, no investigation—nothing. He was just let go. He felt he could be hallucinating, but he could swear they even seemed to be trying to curry favor with him.
Who was he? Right now, in this world, he was practically a nobody. In fact, his total stay in this world was barely a week. Not that he cared—he remained stoic, not daring to betray his shock.
The tight chain cuffs were taken away from his wrists, and he was told that a prince wanted to meet with him.
"It seems my brother made a move earlier…" The moment Prince Jian saw Spark's limping figure, he frowned, his expression betraying anger.
Getting to his feet, the prince introduced himself to the confused Spark while offering an apology. "I am Yang Jian, second prince of the Yang Empire… I am here to offer apologies for my brother's insolence, and to clarify—though he might be the crown prince, his actions don't speak for our empire."
