Three Imperial Cities lay beneath thick storm clouds. Even after a heavy rain, the sky had yet to clear, and the oppressive atmosphere was so stifling that people could scarcely breathe.
Imperial Guards and demon guards could be seen everywhere in the city. The entire imperial city was under martial law, and everyone entering or leaving had to undergo strict inspection.
In a single night, several key royal sites had suffered devastating attacks. One Imperial Prince had even been assassinated, his entire household slaughtered.
Third Prince's faction had suffered a crushing blow, and for a time, all eyes turned toward First Prince's Manor.
"What happened?"
Within First Prince's Manor, Xuan Zhen looked at the scout before him and asked coldly.
"Reporting to Your Highness, aside from our people, others acted last night as well. Eighth Prince died at their hands," the black-clad figure before him answered respectfully.
"Fishing in troubled waters!"
Xuan Zhen's expression darkened. "Can you find out where those people came from?"
"There are no leads for now."
The black-clad figure replied, "The rain last night washed away every trace. When our people withdrew, those people left as well."
Xuan Zhen looked toward the imperial city, cold light flickering in his eyes. Without question, someone had anticipated his actions and made preparations long ago.
This time, Eighth Brother's death would certainly be pinned on him. This was troublesome.
Outside Crown Prince's Estate, Xuan Mo arrived with four squads of Imperial Guards. Looking at the estate ahead, his expression grew solemn.
"Please report to First Prince that Xuan Mo requests an audience."
Before the manor, Xuan Mo looked at the two guards ahead and spoke.
"Imperial Guards Commander, please wait a moment."
One guard answered and hurried into Crown Prince's Estate.
Within Crown Prince's Estate, Xuan Zhen stood quietly.