After I killed him for 9,000 years, he was reborn.

Deep in the dark, damp, and foul-smelling dungeon of the Dali Temple, the Third Prince was leaning alone in the corner of a single cell.

He lowered his head, as if he had lost all life and energy, and was as silent as if he was sleeping.

If you take a closer look at the once glorious Third Prince, you will find that although his body is a little thin, his clothes are neat and clean, and he has no obvious scars or bruises.

Obviously, even though he was imprisoned, the third prince, as the emperor's own flesh and blood, still received some degree of special care.

At this time, Li Shiliu and Nanyang Yao, holding the emperor's token, slowly walked into the gloomy and terrifying dungeon.

Upon seeing this, the jailers hurriedly stepped forward respectfully and opened the cell door where the third prince was imprisoned, then tactfully left in a hurry, not daring to stay even for a moment.

Li Shiliu stood at the door of the cell and asked softly, "Is the Third Prince doing well these days?"

Her voice echoed in the empty dungeon, sounding exceptionally clear yet ethereal.

However, the only response she got was a frightening silence. After a long while, the Third Prince, who had been as still as a statue, finally showed some reaction.

The third prince slightly moved his hands and feet, which had become numb from long-term inactivity, and his movements were slow and difficult.

Then, the third prince slowly raised his head, revealing a face that was so thin that it was almost unrecognizable.

His face was as pale as paper, completely bloodless; his once bright eyes were now dull, revealing deep despair and numbness.

He stared at Li Shiliu expressionlessly, and said in a cold tone: "Princess Sheng An, did you come here just to see this prince's joke?"

After saying this, he shook the heavy chains on his feet, making a harsh metallic friction sound, as if he wanted to vent his anger and unwillingness.

"The Third Prince is probably thinking too much!

The court had been in turmoil recently, and it took many twists and turns to finally restore peace.

We have a heavy responsibility and many matters to deal with, so how can we be as free as the Third Prince?"

Li Shiliu said expressionlessly.

Upon hearing this, the Third Prince's face instantly turned gloomy. He stared at Li Shiliu with his eyes wide open, and asked through gritted teeth, "Then what on earth are you all doing here?

Did they come here specifically to interrogate me? Or did they come here to convict me of a crime?"

Li Shiliu sneered and slowly said, “The Emperor ordered me to take care of the affairs of the eldest and second princes, and to comfort the families of the people who were implicated by the turmoil in Yuanjing.

As for the interrogation of the third prince, it falls within the responsibilities of the Dali Temple, and it is not my turn to interfere in this matter.

but......

Haha, Third Prince, your actions of forcing the court, plotting rebellion, and killing your own brothers have been witnessed by countless eyes!

Now that the evidence is solid, there is no need for a trial at the Dali Temple."

Li Shiliu's words were mixed with undisguised sarcasm, like a sharp sword piercing the heart of the Third Prince. The Third Prince, who had already become a prisoner and was imprisoned, was immediately furious, and veins on his forehead bulged.

"How dare you...humiliate me like this!"

The third prince was so angry that he was shaking all over. He struggled hard, shaking the extremely heavy shackles on his wrists, trying to pounce forward and grab Li Shiliu.