Xie Wanqing suddenly understood.
Jin Wuji was captured.
Indeed, in the brightly lit courtyard, Jin Wuji, who had disappeared for several days, had his hands bound behind his back.
He knelt on the ground, surrounded by Ming Feng and several Deputy Generals, his hairpiece askew, his long hair in disarray, his previously smooth face was bruised, looking extremely miserable.
Perhaps the days of hiding had been too difficult, causing this Da Jin Crown Prince to lose his former stature. Seeing them arrive, he stiffly raised his head, his face devoid of expression.
Lu Ziyuan released Xie Wanqing's hand, strolling over to him, pressing a foot onto the back of his hand, said indifferently, "Did you ever consider you'd meet such an end when you came to the Great Khan to abduct people?"
The sound of bones breaking echoed in the night air, cold sweat broke out on Jin Wuji's forehead, yet he was tenacious, not uttering a single cry of pain.
