He looked at Zhao Ang in disbelief.
This Prince he had once praised before the late Emperor now unveiled his mask of hypocrisy, revealing sharp, sinister fangs, like a beast that specializes in devouring human flesh.
No, he devours human hearts, the hearts of children.
A person like this must hide ambition in his bones; why does Your Majesty not order his execution?
Sadly, he himself was about to fall into Zhao Ang's hands; otherwise, he would surely report every detail of this matter to Your Majesty.
Just as Mr. Cui thought his life was about to slip away, an arrow flew in from midair with a "whoosh" and then pierced Zhao Ang's back with a "thud."
Zhao Ang's hand loosened from Mr. Cui's throat.
