They were his father-in-law and the birth mother of his child!
A bone-piercing chill suddenly surged up from the soles of his feet, racing along his spine straight to the crown of his head.
That coldness carried lingering fear with it, like an icy venomous serpent coiling around every limb and bone in an instant.
He instinctively raised a hand to his chest. The lingering warmth from his intimacy with Queen Jiang was still there, yet the thought of it now broke him out in a fine cold sweat.
If Immortal Golden Phoenix had not planned ahead and secretly swapped them out with supreme divine powers, then the ones who died in this prison today would likely have been his true beloved and his true father-in-law.
By then, would he, King Zhou Yin Shou, not have personally slaughtered his own closest kin?
Not only would he bear the eternal infamy of being a "foolish and immoral ruler who massacred his wife's family," he would also utterly chill the hearts of the realm's feudal lords and destroy the foundation of Great Shang in his own generation.
At that thought, an indescribable mixture of lingering terror and relief swept through his mind like a tsunami.
He staggered back two steps and heavily leaned against a cold dragon pillar, breathing raggedly as the veins on his forehead throbbed.
"Close... far too close..."
This demon was truly terrifying. With just a small trick, it had nearly ruined Zhaoge's foundation.
He abruptly raised his head and looked at the rising sun beyond the window. He felt not the slightest warmth, and the drunken haze in his eyes vanished without a trace, leaving only bone-deep clarity and awe.
He forcibly suppressed the surging fear in his heart. His eyes were bloodshot, and though his voice carried