To avoid scaring anyone with the peerless beauty of the Zheng Shan Incarnation, Zheng Xiu canceled the Projection the moment the executioners stopped.
The loss of a few inches in height wasn't too noticeable in his bearing.
"Stay your hand!"
White mist billowed from the Second Prince's mouth, and his forehead was beaded with sweat. He had clearly run all the way up the towering cliff to the Death Row prison.
"Who told you to carry out this torture?"
The Second Prince's eyes were murderous as he glared at Lord Chen.
THUD!
Lord Chen dropped to his knees, his face deathly pale and his lips trembling.
The Second Prince ordered a subordinate to snatch the confession document. After a glance, he said coldly, "A Ministry of Justice case, and the Inspectorate dares to interfere?"
Lord Chen lowered his head and said nothing.
The Second Prince asked again, "Daring to force a confession from Marquis Zhonglie in a place like this? Whose idea was this?"
