No one could hear Xiao Jingkong's words because he wasn't powerful enough.
Because he was not powerful enough, Gu Jiao's life was deemed less important than those from the East Palace.
Xiao Liulang's fists tightened bit by bit.
His eyes were bloodshot, and his heart had become frigid.
Over there, they had already fastened the ropes and were preparing to move the stone slab.
Suddenly, Xiao Liulang threw away his crutch, leaped forward, and slid underneath the gap in the stone slab.
An official was shocked, "What are you doing? Are you crazy? It's dangerous down there! Come up! Everyone, stop, stop now!"
The palace servants who were moving the stone slab stopped.
A maid flew into a rage, "Why did you stop? Who told you to stop? If he wants to die, let him die! What does he have to do with you? Doesn't he know it's dangerous? Those people are in cahoots! They want to harm the prince! Are you also in league with them?"