Chapter 1817: Human Purgatory

knee slammed heavily onto the snow.Pain twisted Zhang Wangyang's face, and cold sweat beaded on his brow.He instinctively wanted to react, but the Jinyiwei Qianhu pressed his palm onto his shoulder,... temper and bide his time for two more years, perhaps the old man would still hold King Zhao in high regard. But now..."He picked up the teacup, which was still steaming hot, shook his head to dispel...