"Hmph, spare me the nonsense, kill or slash as you wish, but don't expect to pry a single word from my lips." He looked up disdainfully at Dugu Chen and spat forcefully.
Xuan Yue, holding him down, kicked fiercely behind his knees, and with a 'bang', he fell to the ground. The man in black turned back fiercely, glaring at Xuan Yue with hatred, struggling to rise, but to no avail.
"Take him back, I want to see if his tongue is tougher or my torture devices are tougher," said the Prince.
"Yes, my lord."
"Tian Yi, where are Jueqing and the others?" Seeing Xuan Yue and Huang Yi taking the man away, he then turned to the wounded Tian Yi.
Kneeling on one knee, head bowed, Tian Yi replied, "My lord, everyone in the Xuanyuan Mansion is safe, and Jueqing has already sent them to the nearest court branch."
"Good, rise and go heal your wounds properly."
"Thank you, my lord." He got up, mounted his horse, and followed the Prince, riding quickly back to the residence.