Chapter 123

• Mo Xuan Fei had long lost his haughty air of being the Second Prince with his contractual spirit destroyed, his legs crippled, and both his arms cuffed to the wheelchair. He had to sleep upright in the wheelchair with his head lolling around, and his clothes were already filthy, so covered with blood, grime and dirt that its colour was now indistinguishable. His messy mop of hair had strands of straw dangling, his face pale from the torment of pain, cheeks sunken, eyes devoid of any emotion, but terror.
• He did not look human, even if this battered and decrepit cripple was thrown onto the streets, no one would believe he was once the suave, haughty Second Prince.
• He was shocked awake by the noise from the chain, his face a mask of fear as he saw his father dragged into his cell like livestock, and thrown on the floor.