Wen Fuxin persisted in his attempt to quibble. "They—"
"Shut up!" Head Steward Wen delivered a forceful kick to his chest without a hint of mercy. The impact sent Wen Fuxin sprawling backward on the ground, clutching his throbbing chest. Surprised, he looked up at his uncle and stammered, "Uncle…"
"Bastard!" Head Steward Wen's eyes bore into him with disappointment. He gritted his teeth and admonished, "The Crown Prince is granting you an opportunity. Spit out the truth! If you dare conceal anything, you can kiss your sorry life goodbye!"
Despite the presence of court officials, the Crown Prince, numerous princes, Shao Yunduan, and Zheng Sangge, the sensitivity of their identities loomed large. Did this fool think he could deceive them with a few words?
