These three are all traitors who have deceived the Emperor?
And you're going to behead them?
Without the slightest warning, those completely emotionless words spilled from Zhao Ci's lips.
Throughout this whole process, Zhao Ci hadn't even bothered to verify their identities.
And yet, he delivered his conclusion with unwavering certainty.
Deceiving the Emperor?
Beheading?
This posture made it clear: this was now a fight to the death!
Zhang Delv's expression stiffened slightly. "Your Highness…"
Zhao Ci gripped his long spear and used its tip to lift Maoju's chin, revealing the man's weathered face.
He looked at Zhang Delv and said with a smile, "Lord Zhang, you must admit, these criminals are incredibly sloppy. To think a man with the face of a twenty-eight-year-old would dare to pass for eighteen. Tell me, isn't that an insult to your intelligence?"
Zhang Delv was left speechless.
