Inside the Iron Hand Residence, Su Xiao put down his utensils, leaned back in his chair, and lit a cigarette.
"Burp~"
Bubu Wang let out a satisfied belch, his expression clearly saying, I finally survived. I was almost starved to death earlier.
Su Xiao exhaled a plume of blue smoke and pulled a piece of parchment from his robes. The old king had given it to him before his death. Because time had been short, the old king had only written three sentences.
'With the sun and moon together, the throne can be opened.'
'The King's Blood—Alyssa Herbert.'
'The Tomb of the Exiled One—never rest in De'an.'
The first sentence was difficult to understand. It was probably referring to some kind of mechanism on the throne.
As for the second sentence, the King's Blood, that was easier to understand. The old king meant for Su Xiao to bring Alyssa Herbert beneath the throne.
Alyssa Herbert's information was temporarily unknown. Whether he should bring her beneath the throne remained to be considered, as she was not the only possible candidate.
As for the third sentence written by the old king, it was completely incomprehensible. It might contain crucial information, or it might be a smokescreen.
No one could figure out what the old lion was thinking. The old bastard never played by the rules. The good news was that he was already dead.
Su Xiao had refrained from touching the Royal Family's people before precisely because he had been guarding against the old lion. Now that the old lion was dead, the Third Prince was likewise no simple character, but he was far inferior to the old lion.
What Su Xiao needed to do in the near future was simple: find a suitable prince or princess, bring them beneath the