Prince Yong quickly answered and walked inside.
Just as he stepped through the hall's entrance, an inkstone came flying at his face.
Fortunately, Zhao Minghong had years of experience dodging things thrown by his imperial brother. The heavy object barely grazed his forehead as it flew past.
'That was a close call,' he thought.
The next moment, a thin blade flew toward him. Zhao Minghong had no time to dodge, and it sliced through the hem of his robe.
Zhao Minghong stood frozen, staring as he saw the gold trim of his robe had been sheared off. "Imperial Brother," he said, dumbfounded, "even if your subject has done wrong, you can't use hidden weapons..."
"Open your eyes and see what that is!"
Beside Emperor Wu Su's hand lay letters from the Imperial Prison, a porcelain vial, and several still-blank interrogation records.
Zhao Minghong bent down and picked up the "hidden weapon." He recognized it, of course. It was the tool used to castrate that man.
