Xiao Chenglin looked up in shock. Then, as if in a flash of understanding, he slowly turned to look at Xiao Chengxuan, who was kneeling in the middle of the hall.
With the two of them kneeling there together and Emperor Muwu asking such a question, the implication was perfectly clear.
Huang Kun's face and body were covered in injuries, and his clothes were spattered with blood, but he seemed to be clinging to a final shred of lucidity.
His body trembled as he prostrated himself on the floor. His voice was faint. "I... I... I don't know anything! Your Majesty, please forgive me!"
Emperor Muwu narrowed his eyes. "I merely asked a question. What are you so afraid of?"
Huang Kun trembled even more violently, stammering for a long time without managing to form a single complete sentence.
Emperor Muwu had little patience and demanded in a grim voice:
