Yang Chengrong still wanted to persuade Long Xuanmo but suddenly felt her sleeve being gently tugged. Turning her gaze, she saw Hua Ziyu subtly shaking his head, and her expression immediately turned stern.
Even if Zhang Meixing was wrong, her crime did not warrant death!
These princes took her life so easily, clearly disregarding the lives of commoners as nothing significant, indeed as arrogant as her sister had described.
Hua Ziyu realized that Yang Chengrong had misunderstood him, but he did not explain, only looking at Long Xuanmo with a profound expression, "Prince, Ms. Yang has always been kind-hearted and disinclined to kill. May I ask the Prince to consider Ms. Yang's wishes and opt for a lesser punishment instead of a grave one?"
From a young age, the cousin had always kept his distance from women, especially loathing those moon-eyed with infatuation for him, and it was no wonder he was uncontrollably enraged by Zhang Meixing's drooling over him.