Hua only nodded.
“I’m Yan Sun.” He pointed to an impossibly large man with black tattoos snaking up his arms as he sat across from them. “That’s Zhao Shi. Don’t expect him to say much. He’s a convict.” He leaned in close to whisper. “Rumor is he used to be a wealthy man. Then he fell in love with one of the emperor’s consorts.”
Hua sucked in a breath at the mention of the consorts, her mind drifting to Luna.
He chuckled. “Yeah, he’s an i***t. But Emperor Bo Xu Wei is not his father. He didn’t want the man executed, but his advisors wouldn’t let him release him. He’s been in prison for three years.”
“And the emperor will give him his freedom once this war is over?”
Chen leaned in to join their conversation. “That’s what they say. Half the men here are from the prisons. But we all know
