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These words were like a basin of ice water being poured from head to toe. Cheng Hechuan knelt on the ground, feeling that his knees were no longer his.

The atmosphere in the palace was extremely cold.

No one dared to speak, and even breathing was deliberately suppressed to a minimum.

Those colleagues who usually nodded and smiled at him were now watching their noses and hearts, eager to draw a clear line with him.

Zhu Yuanzhang did not look at him again, and waved his hand as if to shoo away a fly: "Retreat from the court."

The chief eunuch shouted in a high voice, "Retreat from the court——".

The ministers stood up one after another as if they had been granted amnesty, and filed out with their heads lowered.

When passing by Cheng Hechuan, some people cast sympathetic glances, some were gloating about his misfortune, and many others had expressionless faces.

Cheng Hechuan knelt for too long and his legs were so numb that he couldn't stand up.

He held his hands on the ground and tried to stand up, but his knees weakened and he almost knelt down again.

A hand suddenly reached out and held his arm steadily.

Cheng Hechuan looked up and saw a man standing in front of him.

He has a handsome face, wearing a light yellow robe and a jade belt around his waist.

Prince Zhu Biao.

"Cheng Yushi," Zhu Biao's voice was very gentle, not like a knife scraping an iron plate like Zhu Yuanzhang's, "I have written down today's words."

After saying this, he let go of his hand and turned to leave.

Cheng Hechuan froze on the spot.

Prince Zhu Biao, the famous "Benevolent Prince" in history, was also the only buffer zone between his father and his ministers.

If Zhu Biao had lived a few more years, there would never have been the subsequent Jingnan War.

But now is not the time to think about that.

Because two big men in Feiyu suits were already standing behind him.

Jinyiwei.

"Cheng Yushi," the one on the left said expressionlessly, "Your Majesty has invited me."

Cheng Hechuan was sandwiched between two royal guards, walking through the long palace passage and passing through one door after another. The further he went, the farther he went, the farther he went, the darker he became.

He knew this road because he had seen it countless times in history books.

Jinyiwei's prison was the most frightening place in the Hongwu Dynasty.

Nine out of ten officials who enter this place cannot get out.

The one who came out alive only had half a life left.

When they reached a dark courtyard, the leading Jin Yiwei stopped and pushed open the heavy iron door.

A cold, damp breath hit his face.

Cheng Hechuan couldn't help but shudder.

It was certainly scary, but mostly cold.

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