Zhu Ye, Ning Shiwei, and Tianhai Zhanyi had all died that night in the snowy mountains, but truthfully, no one knew what they had done, and nobody should have been able to use them to implicate those personages within the capital. However, what they had wanted to do was no secret. Anyone would think it reasonable for the Orthodoxy to demand the appropriate payment from the Imperial Court.
"His Holiness is merciful, but my temperament has never been very good. If you do not agree to my demands, then this investigation will continue."
Linghai Zhiwang took a step forward and stared the Prince of Zhongshan in the eyes. "Your Highness, you'd best carefully think about whether you bear this burden."
The Prince of Zhongshan had a frigid visage, but he did not reply.