Since he could not live, he could only think of the better days after his death.
"Hell? You must have heard a lot of stories in the past. It should be about the same," Xie Qiao said indifferently, "I'm advising you. In life, no matter how many mistakes you make, you should still say a few kind words before you die. Maybe because of these kind words, your crimes would be less serious in your next life? I'm sure you're not willing to be a death warrior. Or maybe there are relatives in your family who are controlled by your master. Now, I know clearly what I shouldn't know. In your master's eyes, you're all traitors. How can you protect your family?
"Why don't you tell me now? If you're really forced into a corner, you can also atone for your crimes slightly. Or maybe you can make it in time for your family to be saved?" Xie Qiao said again.
To be saved... that was impossible.
If Prince Rong was given a fiefdom, it would be beyond the reach of the whip.
