Su Chengyu didn't speak, but he gestured with his eyes for the two guards to put away their knives.
An Jing breathed a huge sigh of relief. That mouth of Gong Juechen—someday it would surely get him killed!
"This humble one pays respects to the Crown Prince, may the Crown Prince live for ten thousand, ten thousand years!" Suddenly, Gong Juechen knelt, both knees hitting the ground, the pain was excruciating, but the pain in his knees was nothing compared to the pain in his heart.
All could see him bowing deeply to Su Chengyu, his forehead touching the ground, not lifting it; in his peach blossom eyes, there was only hatred, deep hatred, wishing nothing more than to destroy the man before him.
As long as he destroyed this man, Su Haoyu would surely be in unbearable pain. After all, this was the person Su Haoyu clung to as his spiritual support for living.
But, could he really go through with it?
This person was his…
