"Hm?"
Xu Tianran froze for a moment, then seemed to think of something, his face turning livid.
He clenched his fists and stared fixedly at the doors ahead, but that disturbance never came again.
Was it an illusion?!
Xu Tianran breathed a sigh of relief.
Ju Zi would never do that. The eighth prince had been drugged unconscious, too. The two of them couldn't possibly make love like normal people.
It had to be an illusion...
But after that moment of distraction, Xu Tianran couldn't stop his imagination from running wild...
Once he pictured that scene, he could no longer gather his thoughts, and even the memorials in his hands became hateful to look at.
"Enough!"
Xu Tianran let out a long sigh. Finally ceasing to torment himself, he rose and headed toward a side hall.
"Bring that man to me!"
Better find something to cheer myself up and take revenge first. Long Aotian, I've waited a long time for you.
"Yes!"
An attendant accepted the order and departed, while Eunuch Tang stayed close beside Xu Tianran as he went to the side hall.
After Xu Tianran left, the quiet doors trembled again, like a pebble cast into the darkness of night.
The night was deep, and long.
Elsewhere, several guards escorted a disheveled young man before Xu Tianran.
"Do you still recognize me?"
Xu Tianran sat above him, looking down from on high at this prisoner, his face filled with contempt.
Three years in Jingdong, three years in Jingxi-the tides of fortune had turned!
Pinned to his knees by the guards on either side, Long Aotian glanced up at Xu Tianran, then sneered.
"Xu Tianran! So it really was you lot! Colluding with Evil Soul Masters-you deserve ten thousand deaths! We have nothing to say to each other."