Before Ye Chutang could speak, a clear, cold voice interjected.
"The assassins used this poison. Perhaps they have the antidote."
Emperor Muwu froze for a moment, then quickly reacted. "The assassins are still alive?"
Shen Yanchuan nodded, then turned and gestured with a slight wave of his hand.
Several guards immediately stepped forward. Only then did everyone notice they were dragging several tightly bound men in black behind them.
They had simply been obscured from view until now.
The man at the front had his eyes shut tight. A guard beside him kicked him viciously.
"Still pretending to be asleep!"
The kick seemed to hit a wound, making him flinch. Finally, spurred by the extreme pain, he slowly opened his eyes.
The guard stepped forward again and ripped off his mask.
Emperor Muwu's pupils constricted, and the Eldest Princess's expression turned grim.
"These are… men of Nanhu!?"
As veterans of the battlefield, their judgment was not mistaken.
