There was no movement outside, but the two young maidservants in the room backed away in fright.
No one responded from outside. Sun Wenyuan realized something was wrong and suddenly rushed towards the window, but was caught on the shoulder by Xiao Zhengfei in a swift move.
As they scuffled, they knocked over the screen beside them, and a porcelain vase on the cabinet crashed to the ground.
"Someone! Quickly, someone come!" Sun Wenyuan screamed hoarsely, but the only response was the noise of the street market outside the window.
"Mr. Sun, save your energy!" Zhao Zun leisurely sipped some wine, "The dozen or so guards downstairs are probably all having tea by now!"
"Zhao Zun, you treacherous, ungrateful traitor, you won't die a good death..." Sun Wenyuan struggled fiercely, cursing continuously.
Zhao Zun lazily leaned back against the chair, adjusted the jade crown on his head leisurely, then solemnly said, "Take him down!"
