Heaven-Bearing Hall.
After greeting the three of them, Jiang Ning silently spread his divine sense.
He had only just arrived at Heaven-Bearing Hall and did not know what had happened over the past two days.
Though the scene before him had already given him a vague suspicion.
It remained no more than a suspicion.
The next moment.
Within a hundred-mile radius encompassing the entire Royal Capital, the auras of every living creature lit up like stars in his sea of consciousness, arranging themselves into categories.
Millions of pulses of life appeared in a dense mass.
The vitality of ordinary citizens was dim as fireflies, while the auras of martial artists burned like bonfires and furnaces of varying strength.
A few more powerful concentrations of energy belonged to the experts within the Royal Capital.
With a single glance, Jiang Ning pinpointed Ji Xuan.
Then his brow creased almost imperceptibly.
Once the auras were sorted, he discovered that nearly all those belonging to the princes had vanished.
Only in the direction of Chengde Palace had an aura just dissipated, leaving behind the lingering traces of a recent death.
He understood. Something had clearly happened, just as he had suspected.
The next moment.
The scene inside Chengde Palace appeared before him: Ji Mingyu lay dead.
He slowly withdrew his gaze and looked at the only two princes remaining in Chenggan Palace.
Ji Minghao and Ji Mingyuan.
So that was it. Jiang Ning understood everything, instantly recognizing the drama unfolding here.
A struggle for the throne, brothers slaughtering brothers, blood staining the imperial palace.
Such things were nothing new throughout the dynasties, but witnessing it himself, sensing it firsthand, still sent a chill through his heart.
Then he landed on the bloodstained paving tiles.
"Everyone, I now know what has happened here!" he said.