Helian Zheng sat trembling on the wall, perched up atop the tower, shivering like a fragile black lotus swaying in the bitter cold wind.
Beneath him, fierce words carved by sword line the stone for all to see.
"Wall climber, displayed in chains!"
In truth, the prince did not remain on the wall for very long. This sensational news was quickly whispered into the ears of Headmaster Xin, and the man had to rush over from the editing palace to release the glorious Hu Zhuo Prince from his bonds.
The nails and subsequent glue had done no harm and was already slowly losing its adhesiveness. In the end, only a few strands of hair were left as a permanent memento, after all Feng Zhiwei had still acted with restraint, and it was she who had sent a messenger to notify Xin Ziyan.
