The servant wiped his sweat and smiled, "Princely Heir, it's been a long time since you've seen your lordship. His lordship has been unwell lately, and he hopes that the Princely Heir..."
"Do you want me to say it again?"
The servant faltered.
This Princely Heir, whose temperament waxed and waned with his heart, seemed genial but was in fact ruthless; he was far less gentle and courteous than the second young master. Even Lord Zhao Ning, who was a dominant figure, could not control this son of his, let alone a lowly servant like him.
The servant nodded his understanding and fled in disarray.
Pei Yunmeng watched his retreating figure, his eyes as dark as the deep black of the dungeon, devoid of sorrow or joy.
Qingfeng asked, "Master, what about those in the prison?"
The interrogation had already ended after obtaining the desired information.
"People trained by the Department of Criminal & Justice are tough in their words but weak in their bones."
