Song Wei heard this and frowned deeply, "Mr. Cui trying to send His Highness to the Imperial Clan Court based on just one word, isn't that too frivolous?"
Mr. Cui sighed lightly, "If there were other choices, this old servant wouldn't want to do so either..."
He didn't finish his sentence, turned around, entered the tent, and soon came out with a tray. On the black lacquered gold-trimmed tray lay an arrow. The Mystic Iron Arrow Tip was stained with a lot of blood, and upon closer inspection, it also had skin and flesh brought out when the arrow was extracted. The tip bore the inscription belonging to the Crown Prince, half covered in blood, the other half exposed, making it a shocking sight.
Song Wei was at a loss for words for a moment, turning his eyes to Zhao Xi.
Zhao Xi, usually calm and composed, had a faintly pale face, and his perfectly curved lips were trembling slightly.
