The warden looked at Zhao Xuzhi's severed arm and felt sorry for him. He did not mind doing Zhao Xuzhi a favor and sent a message to Prince Ning Bei's residence.
However, Prince Ning Bei was already on his way.
He arrived in less than two hours.
The prison in this place was much more comfortable than the ordinary prison. There was only one iron window and there were soft mattresses. Although it could not be compared to the bedroom that he used to live in, it was not bad.
Prince Ning Bei brought some strong alcohol over. The warden opened the door and let him in to talk.
"Father..." Zhao Xuzhi shed tears.
The prince looked at his son and sighed. "I brought some alcohol. You can drink some when you're in pain and feel better. Sigh, if you knew this would happen, why did you do it in the first place?"
Zhao Xuzhi looked up with tears in his eyes and looked at him in disbelief. "Father, I'm innocent!"
