Qiyuan Hall.
Fan Chengzhuo was brought in.
In just a few short days, he had lost a noticeable amount of weight. He was filthy and looked utterly wretched.
Emperor Muwu looked down on him from his high seat.
"It seems you've come to your senses."
Fan Chengzhuo slowly raised his head. His eyes were bloodshot, a frantic madness swirling in their depths.
"Your Majesty, before this guilty subject makes his plea, I have one request."
Emperor Muwu's eyes narrowed. "You dare to bargain with Us?"
"I wouldn't dare," Fan Chengzhuo said, his voice hoarse. "However, if Your Majesty wishes to know the truth, you would do best to grant this guilty subject's request."
"Insolent!"
Eunuch Li snapped,
"How can you behave this way before His Majesty!?"
But Fan Chengzhuo didn't move. He just stared straight ahead, his face a mask of stubborn defiance.
Emperor Muwu raised a hand, and Eunuch Li immediately stepped back.
Emperor Muwu asked, "What is it you want?"
