Duke Ping wore an expression of shock and sorrow.
He slowly released his fingers, and Yang Li collapsed to the ground, with blood flowing from all his wounds.
Enduring immense pain, Yang Li reached out and grabbed Duke Ping's robe.
"Lord, I've confessed everything. Please help me plead with Marquis Wan. I really don't want to be beaten anymore; I still want to live. I'm begging you."
At this moment, Feng Fuce had also finished the orange, and the Asura Envoy immediately handed over a white cloth.
The young man, unhurriedly, wiped his fingers clean.
He pulled out a piece of paper from the book and had it delivered to Duke Ping.
"These are the charges, and he has already stamped it and confessed."
"So, Duke Ping, what do you say next? Should I report this directly to the Emperor and arrest your son according to the law, or will you personally report these matters to the Emperor?"
Duke Ping snapped out of his grief-stricken daze.
