Chapter 758: Chapter 759: I’ve Waited for You for Too Long

Qiyuan Hall.

Fan Chengzhuo was brought in.

In just a few short days, he had lost a noticeable amount of weight. He was filthy and looked utterly wretched.

Emperor Muwu looked down on him from his high seat.

"It seems you’ve come to your senses."

Fan Chengzhuo slowly raised his head. His eyes were bloodshot, a frantic madness swirling in their depths.

"Your Majesty, before this guilty subject makes his plea, I have one request."

Emperor Muwu’s eyes narrowed. "You dare to bargain with Us?"

"I wouldn’t dare," Fan Chengzhuo said, his voice hoarse. "However, if Your Majesty wishes to know the truth, you would do best to grant this guilty subject’s request."

"Insolent!"

Eunuch Li snapped,

"How can you behave this way before His Majesty!?"

But Fan Chengzhuo didn’t move. He just stared straight ahead, his face a mask of stubborn defiance.

Emperor Muwu raised a hand, and Eunuch Li immediately stepped back.

Emperor Muwu asked, "What is it you want?"

Fan Chengzhuo slowly turned his stiff neck, scanning his surroundings, but he didn’t see the person he was looking for.

His hands, planted on the floor, gradually clenched into fists.

"This guilty subject wishes to wait for someone."

"Wait for someone?" Emperor Muwu was taken aback, not having expected such a request. "Who?"

Fan Chengzhuo held his breath, his body trembling faintly.

It was unclear whether it was from anger or fear.

He enunciated every word.

"The person this guilty subject is waiting for... is none other than Prince Jing!"

The expression on Emperor Muwu’s face seemed to freeze in that instant.

His features remained unchanged, save for a slight twitch at the corner of his weary, down-turned eyes.

"You want to see Prince Jing?"

Fan Chengzhuo’s tone was resolute. "Yes."

After speaking, he shut his mouth tightly.

He made it clear he wouldn’t say another word until he saw Xiao Chenglin.

An icy stalemate descended upon the hall.

Suddenly, Ye Chutang, who had been standing quietly to the side, seemed to sense something and looked up toward the entrance.

The tip of her brow rose slightly.

’He sure got here fast.’

The thought had barely crossed her mind when an attendant’s voice announced—

"His Highness, Prince Jing, requests an audience—!"

Emperor Muwu also looked up, his gaze obscure and unreadable.

After a moment, he said with ambiguous meaning,

"Speak of the devil. Let him in."

Soon, Xiao Chenglin’s figure appeared in Qiyuan Hall.

A servant followed behind him on his left, supporting him all the way to the entrance.

Ye Chutang glanced over, and her gaze suddenly sharpened.

’This person... isn’t the one who was with Xiao Chenglin before.’

’Did he get a new servant?’

Ye Chutang’s mind raced, and numerous speculations instantly surfaced.

’It seems things haven’t been peaceful at the Prince Jing Mansion these past few days, either...’

Xiao Chenglin walked forward. Because of his crippled leg, his body swayed with each step, despite his best efforts to keep his balance.

As if he hadn’t seen Fan Chengzhuo, he walked straight ahead, finally stopping in the middle of the hall to bow respectfully.

"Your son greets you, Imperial Father."

Emperor Muwu’s gaze swept over the two men before he finally spoke. "Your leg is unwell. What made you suddenly decide to come to the palace today?"

Xiao Chenglin lowered his head and said deferentially, "Replying to Imperial Father, your son has come today with an important matter to report."

"Oh?"

Emperor Muwu nodded.

"Speak."

Xiao Chenglin paused. "Your son—"

He had just begun to speak when he was suddenly interrupted by Fan Chengzhuo, who had been staring at him intently ever since he entered.

"Prince Jing has been staying quietly in his own mansion recently, hasn’t he? What important matter could he possibly have to report to His Majesty?"

Anyone could hear the animosity in his words.

Xiao Chenglin turned his head to meet his gaze, his expression unruffled. "Mr. Fan, what is the meaning of this?"

Fan Chengzhuo stared at him malevolently.

Xiao Chenglin paused in brief contemplation, then turned back to Emperor Muwu and cupped his hands. "Your son was not aware that Imperial Father would be interrogating Mr. Fan today. I did not intend to disturb you. Perhaps it would be best if I took my leave—"

"How could Prince Jing possibly leave?" Fan Chengzhuo suddenly let out a short, strange laugh. "This guilty subject has been waiting for you for a very long time."

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