The emperor's expression eased slightly and he agreed to the prince's request. The prince held Yan Qian'an's shoulder and said "don't worry", then walked out with his sword in hand.
Yan Qian was infected by his calm demeanor and his shoulders dropped. He took the plot too seriously. Since the male protagonist, the King of Chu, could be imprisoned, what was there to be afraid of Zhang Wenle?
And he also believed in the prince
The prince drew out his sword. The blade was about three feet long and as thin as a cicada's wing. It was green in color and had a blood-red gem inlaid on the tip. It shone with a bloody light in the palace.
The blade gleamed coldly in the candlelight, like a poisonous snake waiting for its prey to fall into its net and suck its blood dry. It only needed a slight touch to kill someone.
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