Wang Shenzhi didn't understand its purpose; his throat moved involuntarily, feeling slightly stiff.
At this moment, seeing the Han King's face dark as he approached, his eagle-like gaze fixed on Wang Shenzhi's face. A cold sweat instantly appeared on Wang Shenzhi's forehead, and he subconsciously stepped back half a step, his back pressing against the cold bookshelf.
"Your Highness…" Wang Shenzhi forced out some words, trying to regain the dignity of a great scholar, but only felt his mouth dry and tongue parched.
Suddenly, without any warning, Yu Wen Yuan's waist sunk slightly, and his right fist, like a cannonball, struck firmly onto Wang Shenzhi's soft abdomen.
"Ugh—ah!"
Wang Shenzhi's eyes bulged out suddenly, curving like a shrimp as he fell forward, blurting out 'wah', a mouthful of bright red blood spewing from his mouth.
Yu Wen Yuan looked down coldly at the old scholar writhing in pain on the ground.
