Tao Wanxin's back went rigid, the fine hairs on her body standing on end.
"Who are you calling, you old bastard!"
Zhao Minghong's harsh voice rang out as well.
Su Fengyue's eyes opened, staring intently at her back.
"Little Tao is here. Why not... say hello... to me... before you leave."
Su Fengyue's voice was intermittent as he said, "This unworthy old man... is the Princess Consort's... the one the resourceful Prince Yong... begged to marry..."
"...first... man... Haha... Hahaha."
He gasped out the words, then laughed until he was breathless, a wild and unrestrained sound.
The people from the Prison Department were still at the door, and they all heard the secret that should have been buried with Su Fengyue after his execution.
Zhao Minghong kicked the bars of the cell fiercely a few times, roaring with uncontrollable rage, "What nonsense are you spouting, you old bastard! You're dreaming!"
