Chapter 417 — Tracing the Source
Purple Streets of Chang'an · Page 4 of 4
Someone hesitated. "What if something truly happens... how do we explain it to the Zhenguo Lord?"
Lu Ming sneered. "The man is already dead. Do you think the Zhenguo Lord would cut off his own line?"
Song Han's head was pushed into the water once more.
This time, it lasted longer than any of the previous times.
The hands holding him down were like iron clamps, without the slightest hesitation or loosening.
What was more, each time he was held under the water it lasted longer than the time before, and each time he was hauled back up it was shorter, and there was a certain impatience in it, as though he were a burden, as though the sooner they finished him off the sooner they could report back...
Song Han suddenly understood.
These men were nothing but puppets in Song Yan's hands, and so they would not, as Song Yan did, soften at the sight of his misery.
If he did not beg for mercy, he would truly die here.
Just as they said: if he died, Song Yan would become the Song family's sole heir, and what could his father do then, besides beat and curse Song Chudun?
So when Song Han was dragged out once more, he grasped with what little strength he had the man holding his head down.
"I'll talk..." he murmured, his body slumped on the ground.
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