Xue Ye had fallen unconscious! Looking at the secret letter in his hand, Xue Beng's hands trembled, and his eyes gradually lost focus.
Prince Xue Xing hurried over. Seeing Xue Beng's face filled with despair, he said urgently, "What happened?"
"Father... he's almost gone..."
Xue Beng cried out.
Prince Xue Xing froze where he stood. A thunderbolt seemed to tear through his mind, shattering every last trace of hope. Prince Xue Xing looked at Xue Beng. No matter how much Xue Beng had endured in silence, he was still only a child. With a soft sigh, he said, "Xue Beng, we can't wait any longer. We have to find Tang San. Only he has a chance of turning this around!"
At those words, Xue Beng slowly came back to himself from his daze, like a drowning man clutching at a lifeline. He said urgently, "Right, right, we can still find Tang San!"
"Right now, almost everyone inside the Imperial Palace is Xue Qinghe's people. Our meeting with Tang San must be kept hidden. If even a whisper leaks out, we'll die without a place to be buried!"
Prince Xue Xing warned him solemnly.
Xue Beng nodded heavily.
...Inside another side hall of the Crown Prince's Palace, Tang San sat upright on the bed, five hearts facing the sky. The Blue Silver Grass outside the hall swayed with a strange rhythm. The energy in the surrounding air gathered into Tang San's body like a vortex.
In his hand, he held a wooden comb.
It was the wooden comb he had once used to comb Xiao Wu's hair. Now, the beauty was gone, not even her bones remaining, and in his hand, only this wooden comb remained for him to remember her by. He cherished every minute and every second he had,