However, just as County Magistrate Wu opened his mouth to speak, Ji Youzhi's icy stare made the words inexplicably die on his lips.
Nearby, Zhao Chunxiang, who had been carried in on a stretcher by Ji Youzhi's men, her throat worked, and low, guttural sounds escaped her as her body trembled incessantly.
Kneeling beside her, Li Yanyan asked anxiously, "Mother! What's wrong? Mother, what are you trying to say? Mother! Please say something!"
Ji Youzhi observed Zhao Chunxiang's state, a faint smirk playing on his lips. Pointing at her, he announced to everyone, "Look, everyone. The woman at the center of this is so agitated. It seems she has something she wants to express, doesn't she?"
"She... what does she want to say?" County Magistrate Wu stammered, terrified. He genuinely wanted Zhao Chunxiang to recount her ordeal. Yet, the thought of the Emperor himself helping the Princess dig the pit sent a chill down his spine, and cold sweat beaded on his back.
