"Damn it."
Prince Min slammed his fist heavily on the table, unable to vent his anger fully, then swept all the objects on the desk to the floor.
Clang.
A maid carrying a bowl of medicine had just reached the doorway when she witnessed the scene, frightened so badly that her hand shook and the bowl fell to the floor.
Prince Min's sinister gaze fell upon her, full of undisguised murderous intent.
The maid knelt down with a thud, kowtowing and pleading for mercy, "Please spare me, Prince, please spare me."
"Someone, come." Prince Min called out sharply, and immediately a guard appeared, kneeling on one knee.
"Drag her away and beat her to death."
"Yes."
The maid's face turned pale instantly, she screamed sharply for mercy, but was quickly dragged away by the guard who covered her mouth, and her voice soon faded.
Prince Min stared at the mess on the floor, his agitated emotions lingered, and his chest was aching with pain.
