Moonless Cicada noticed Yue Mingxuan's relieved smile and realized he had figured it out.
A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
Well, this protection target was actually quite interesting now.
Few people were as sharp witted as him.
It was a pity that such a nice face was marred by a palm-sized birthmark; otherwise, with this cleverness alone, he might have been a good match for hos leader.
The moon rose and set, the sun rose and set... Soon, the day of the public trial arrived.
Early in the morning, the jailer brought Yue Mingxuan his breakfast in the cell, along with some grooming supplies.
Although he hadn't tidied himself up in a long time and felt uncomfortable all over, Yue Mingxuan resisted the urge to wash up and fix his appearance.
The more disheveled he looked now, the lower his opponent's guard would be, and the greater his chances of turning the tables.
So when the Emperor saw Yue Mingxuan, he was taken aback.
