Li Yun had only just logged off.
A Martial Artist claiming to be acting on the Ninth Princess's orders hurried to the small courtyard.
He brought Li Yun earth-shattering news.
Ye Tianxie was dead!
Li Yun exploded on the spot, springing to his feet.
"What did you say? Ye Tianxie is dead?"
"Say that again?"
"Are you sure you haven't made a mistake?"
The Martial Artist looked somewhat flustered, his face also filled with grief and indignation.
"Young Lord Li, it's true. I didn't get it wrong... the Ninth Princess personally ordered this subordinate to bring you the news!"
Li Yun froze.
Only two hours earlier, Ye Tianxie had still been hanging around in front of him. It was only because Zhao Ziyue had arrived that he had found an excuse to slip away.
Everything had been fine. How could he suddenly be dead?
He stood there in a daze for a long while.
Only then did Li Yun curse under his breath, "Damn it, that's impossible!"
Then he rushed out in haste, heading straight for Zhao Ziyue's residence, just one street away.
The people guarding Zhao Ziyue's gates seemed to have received orders long ago. Recognizing the visitor as the renowned Young Lord of Dongyang, Li Yun, they bowed and led him into Zhao Ziyue's residence.
After passing through two courtyards.
Li Yun arrived at a spacious hall. With a glance from afar, his eyes immediately split with rage.
Martial Artists packed both sides of the hall.
A corpse lay on the floor in the middle of the hall. Zhao Ziyue stood beside it, her expression lonely and grief-stricken.
"Ye Tianxie!"
When the corpse's slightly distorted face came into view, it felt as though Li Yun had taken a heavy blow to the chest. He felt utterly miserable.
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