Sui Zilin was restrained by Zhe Jue with his arms twisted behind his back, yet he was still there, shouting that it was nothing serious, he had only killed the son of a subject; at most, he could compensate with more silver, and that would be the end of it.
Commander Mo watched as Sui Zilin was tied up, but could only swallow his saliva in silence, daring not to say a word.
Because they all had witnessed Sui Zilin stabbing Suri to death, if they allowed Sui Zilin to ride in a carriage into Shaohua City pompously at this moment, National Teacher Suyang would definitely quarrel with the Emperor.
If the Emperor and the National Teacher were to quarrel, the consequences would not be something they, as subjects, could afford.
Even if he had the desire to save Sui Zilin, he dared not do so; moreover, he did not want to save such a fool who could kill someone in front of so many people. Let Sui Zilin suffer more.
"Young master, young master."
