Hearing the 'clang' of the door opening and closing, that person's heart felt as if it had been seized by a dark claw, their fear almost rendering them unconscious even before being beaten.
"What... what are you going to do?"
Zhe Jue hadn't yet raised his whip, and that person already couldn't bear it, their eyes widening in terror before rolling back as they fainted.
Zhe Jue: "!!!"
Turning his head, he looked at Zhen Wu with an expression that couldn't be more obvious: I haven't even started, and he faints? What happened to the tough talk?
Zhen Wu just shrugged his shoulders, indicating it wasn't his concern.
"My lord, in my opinion, these two men are not the Emperor's, they seem more like..."
He had not finished his sentence when he was quickly silenced under Ya Molian's sharp and cold gaze.