Su Jin lowered her gaze to the little boy. His clothes were made of fine brocade, but he was too thin and couldn't fill out the heavy clothes at all, giving the impression that a child had stolen an adult's clothes.
Moreover, his face was pale, his eyes were dull, and there was a bluish tinge under his eyes, indicating weakness.
"Who are you? What does the Crown Prince want with you in the middle of the night?" Su Jin asked, her voice stern and cold, as if she would mercilessly kill the child in front of her at any moment.
The little boy was instinctively afraid, his shoulders hunched. He didn't know who the person in front of him was, but it didn't seem to matter who it was, since he was a dying man anyway.
The boy's eyes grew even dimmer, and his voice was terribly hoarse when he spoke, "I am Zhou Chen, the hostage from the Northern Kingdom. My name is Chen, meaning dust. The Crown Prince summoned me here, probably to vent his anger on me."
Su Jin frowned deeply. Why did they emphasize that it was the "dust" in "dust"?
Zhou Chen lowered his eyes, showing no curiosity about who Su Jinxia was or what had happened here. He was lifeless and devoid of any vitality, even though he looked to be only about ten years old.
Su Jin licked the corner of her lips, the murderous intent in her eyes gradually dissipating, replaced by a hint of interest.
"Take him with you!"
Zhou Chen looked up in surprise. Take him away? Take him where? He's a hostage; he can't go anywhere!
Zhou Chen's eyes lit up for a moment, then the light went out again.
It doesn't matter where I go, it's all the same anyway. The Southern Kingdom will soon go to war with the Northern Kingdom, and he will be the first to sacrifice the Southern Kingdom's flag.
What need is there for curiosity in a dying person?
At this moment, Su Jinxia's lips curled into a smile.
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