Xiang Anwan thought of her elder and younger brothers who were tortured until death, and looked at the Crown Prince of Ande with a wish to devour his flesh and blood!
"I will have him killed by slow slicing!" Xiang Anwan's eyes were blood-red as she stared at him.
King of Huainan nodded, "Anwan, leave it to me."
As he spoke, King of Huainan ordered his subordinates to tie the Crown Prince of Ande to the rack, below which lay a contraption for collecting blood.
"No, Emperor save me, save me...." Despite his usual ruthlessness, the Crown Prince of Ande was left helpless, treated like soft meat laid on a chopping block, unable to maintain composure.
He looked into Xiang Anwan's eyes, which felt like they were those of a poisonous snake.
This snake would drag him to hell even if it were pulverized.
This feeling of hopelessness, he had experienced only once in his lifetime.
In despair and fear, he instinctively appealed to Emperor Xuanming for help.
