"I cannot hide this from you anymore; now I cannot defend myself." Minister Zheng sobbed as he crouched on the floor, trembling.
"Why can't you defend yourself?" Prince Ming yelled furiously; his face changed, yet his tears still dwelled in his eyes. "Get up and plead for a trial!" he shouted, motioning for him to get up.
The frustration irked every inch of his flesh. What annoyed him was that his uncle didn't want to plead for a trial and admitted to the crimes that Zhao Ming could not believe that his uncle could ever commit.
Zhao Ming bent his knees and leaned against his uncle. Tears continued rolling down his eyes as he hugged him slightly. "Why must you do all this?" he questioned him after a short while.
"I have always been trampled my entire life; in this era of glory, I am nothing more than a fourth-generation prince of the thirteenth branch of the Royal Family," he said nasally.
