The Eighth Prince's Estate.
In the Inner Treasury.
Soft Luminous Pearls lit the Inner Treasury, a space thirty feet square.
A faint, stale smell still drifted through the air, born of long years without ventilation.
Jiang Ning's figure slowly appeared beside Ji Minghao, his gaze calmly sweeping over this prince's Inner Treasury.
Compared with the luxurious collection one might imagine a noble of the Imperial Clan to possess, the scene before him seemed somewhat empty, even shabby.
Against the four walls of the stone chamber stood only three rows of blackwood shelves, two of which were completely bare. On the remaining row, six items sat scattered about, all Jade Boxes emitting a faint glow.
In the deepest corner of the stone chamber, a long sword hung on the wall, dark from hilt to tip and without a sheath. Its blade was ancient and simple, with faint blood-colored patterns surging beneath the surface.
Beside it hung a great bow, as well as a long saber.
Next to the three was a Bronze Ancient Mirror about the size of a palm, its edges engraved with strange Cloud Patterns. Dust covered the mirror's surface, leaving it far from bright.
Yet for some reason, it made Jiang Ning give it an extra glance.
The reflection in the mirror was not the stone chamber at that moment, but a hazy chaos, as though heaven and earth were contained within.
Ji Minghao looked at Jiang Ning's suddenly appearing figure, and his eyes shifted slightly. Then he steadied himself and followed Jiang Ning's gaze.
A bitter smile then appeared on his face. "I've made brother Jiang laugh. Ever since the emperor fell into a coma and Imperial Uncle took up the regency, although I still hold the position of prince, many of the Imperial Clan's allowances have