"So where would that baby who was swapped away back then—the real Fourth Prince—be now?"
Zeng Anmin murmured softly.
Moonlight spilled into the courtyard.
Its deathly pale glow shone upon Zeng Anmin's face.
Making it seem somewhat chilling.
To Bai Ziqing, his voice now sounded even more like a demon's whisper.
Hearing it in his ears gave him the feeling that the King of Hell had come to claim his life.
"Gulp~"
Bai Ziqing's throat bobbed hard.
For a moment, he did not dare meet Zeng Anmin's eyes.
He stiffly turned his head and looked toward that mound of earth.
Under the moonlight, the grave mound radiated an eerie air that made people afraid to look at it.
"Hehe."
Zeng Anmin chuckled, and his smile was utterly sinister.
The pale moonlight outlined his two rows of ghostly white teeth.
Making goosebumps rise all over Bai Ziqing's body.
"Want to dig it up and take a look?"
Zeng Anmin stared at Bai Ziqing as he asked.
Bai Ziqing instinctively shook his head and gave a dry laugh.
"That won't be necessary, will it?"
"Tsk."
Zeng Anmin narrowed his eyes at him. "Don't you want to know whether Consort Xi's faction murdered a Prince?"
Bai Ziqing wanted to say that he did not.
But the cat-scratching curiosity in his heart ultimately overcame his reservations.
"Looking... looking wouldn't hurt."
Bai Ziqing muttered to himself.
"Then dig."
Zeng Anmin truly wanted to know.
He glanced at the grave mound and waved at Bai Ziqing.
But after waiting for a while and seeing that Bai Ziqing had not moved at all, he asked curiously.
"You aren't planning to make a mere scholar like me do the digging, are you?"
"Uh."
Bai Ziqing hesitated, then rose to his feet, untied the treasured sword at his waist,