At this moment, Xu Guozhong's expression in the Crown Prince's Eastern Palace was terrible—but Xu Tianran's was five, ten times worse!
Ever since Zhong Li Wu had come and gone, Xu Tianran had nearly smashed everything in his room that could be smashed, including his wheelchair. The entire room was a mess, and only Ju Zi stood silently to one side, attending him in terrified silence. There was no one else.
This was the first time Ju Zi had seen Xu Tianran in such a completely irrational rage. Previously, at most, his expression would darken and his gaze would turn vicious. Even when his fifth brother had tried to murder him, he had merely paid a silent visit to the man's princely residence and flayed him alive.
But venting his fury so madly as he did today, unleashing his strength like a wild beast—this was the first time Ju Zi could remember seeing it.
"There's a ghost in the imperial palace."
Xu Tianran muttered softly, then suddenly whipped his head toward Ju Zi, making her heart skip a beat.
"Ju Zi, tell me. Who is the ghost in the imperial palace? Xu Guozhong? The Holy Spirit Cult? Or someone else?"
Xu Tianran's eyes were like those of a starving wolf, staring fixedly at Ju Zi.
Ju Zi knew that the "someone else" Xu Tianran referred to included her!
After this incident, Xu Tianran no longer dared trust anyone.
"This consort... this consort does not know. Perhaps this was merely an accident."
Ju Zi hurriedly dropped to her knees, not daring to raise her head to look at Xu Tianran.
"An accident?" Xu Tianran sneered. "The arsenal was emptied within the time it takes to burn a few sticks of incense. Shrek's people bypassed the imperial palace's defenses and entered the