Xia Houzhe almost choked on Emperor Chu's words; a stately Emperor couldn't speak with a bit of depth, preferring to provoke like this?
Though nauseated in his heart, he was affected by the words; the unwillingness from being played with and abandoned gnawed at him like a fierce beast.
"You know deep down, at this point, I must ask you; it's not just one way. Send him back to the Heavenly Prison. If he doesn't want to speak, let the interrogators teach him how to speak." Emperor Chu no longer had the patience to play slow games with him.
Refusing a toast only to drink a penalty drink; fine, as you wish.
Xia Houzhe's expression slightly changed; returning to the Heavenly Prison wouldn't be as enjoyable as now. Emperor Chu was already angry; if he went to that dark and damp prison, and endured some interrogation, could his already weakened body endure?
