After his initial panic, Zhao Wei quickly calmed down and said in a low voice, "Mosen, is it? I know you work for my Sixth Brother. I don't know what he promised you, but how about this: let us go, and I'll give you double the reward. You know who I am—the Eighth Prince. This is a royal forbidden ground. If anyone finds out you killed me, no one will be able to save you, not even at the ends of the earth."
A glimmer of hope appeared in the hearts of Fu Yuling and the others, and they stared intently at Mosen.
"Tsk, tsk. Worthy of a Prince, indeed. What you said is almost tempting. However, that trick won't work on me. And rest assured, I won't kill you, no matter what. I only want to kill your subordinates. Especially him."
As he spoke, Mosen's cold, sinister gaze locked onto Ye Xuan. 'If it weren't for him, the Sixth Prince wouldn't have suffered so much, and I wouldn't have been scolded.'
"Everyone, it looks like we'll have to split up."
