The civil and military officials all watched Yao Wenqi. Yao Wenqi only felt his blood rushing backwards, realizing the Emperor indeed knew everything. The laughter of his elders still echoed in his mind, but the days of being suppressed by the Rong family were finally over.
At last, a mouthful of blood spewed out, and with a thud, he fell straight onto the floor tiles of the great hall.
Zhou Shuren felt a pain in his face. The floor tiles of the great hall were made of blue bricks—kneeling with force hurt, let alone falling straight down with a hiss.
Nobody went to help Yao Wenqi, as if they hadn't seen him fall at all.
The Emperor sneered. He didn't care whether Yao Wenqi had genuinely fainted or was feigning it. Now was the time to keep Yao Wenqi around, for it was more interesting to slice the flesh with a soft knife, cut by cut, and to slowly roast him to savor the taste.
