The arrow was nocked.
At this moment, regardless of how Ye Heng had come back from the dead or how he had returned to the Capital City from Tongbei, Emperor Muwu had no other choice.
He took a deep breath.
"Bring him in!"
Xiao Chengxuan's mind was about to explode.
He could no longer control his emotions and turned to look outside the grand hall.
'This is the heart of the palace. I'd like to see how a convicted criminal like Ye Heng could possibly get in here without a sound!'
In the dead silence of the hall, the sound of unhurried footsteps seemed to approach.
Xiao Chengxuan's heart felt as if it were being squeezed in a tight grip. He forgot to breathe, his eyes fixed on the entrance.
The next moment, a tall, erect figure dressed in snow-white entered everyone's view.
The moment he saw the man, Xiao Chengxuan's heart gave a violent THUMP.
It was—
"The Heir of Duke Dingbei!?"
Someone couldn't help but cry out in shock.
