The Second Prince struggled violently, his hands clawing at Bai Zihan's wrist as his feet kicked helplessly against the air.
His vision blurred—his face flushed red—and for the first time in his pampered life, he felt the raw, suffocating presence of death closing in.
(He's really going to kill me!)
He had expected intimidation, humiliation, perhaps even a slap—
But not this.
Would Bai Zihan kill him just because of suspicion?
Even if Bai Zihan was certain, can he kill a prince of a neigbouring Empire?
He thought not, but judging from how he was being treated, it was safe to say that he would.
"Y-You dare…!"
He rasped, forcing the words out—but Bai Zihan's fingers only tightened.
A sharp crack echoed through the hall.
The Second Prince's body jerked as his throat constricted, his eyes widening in terror.
"Bai Zihan! Release him immediately!"
The Emperor's furious roar shattered the suffocating silence.
