Prince Dai's Residence · Inner Hall
Qin Ying, Bo Yan, Luo Jiang, and the others waited outside. The residence guards stood in ranks, vigilance airtight.
Though it was a snowy night, not a single person among the upper and middle ranks of Prince Dai's Residence slept tonight!
Inside the brilliantly lit hall sat Wild Daoist, Jian Qu, Cen Rubai, Wen Xunpeng, and the others. Though charcoal braziers warmed the hall like spring, an air of grim slaughter hung over it.
"Your Highness, this is urgent!" Wild Daoist sighed, his expression exceedingly dark. "This crisis is graver and more pressing than the last investigation of the residence!"
"Since Gu times, only those who became kings could display strange signs. There has never been any reason for a mere subject to have one. Since such a sign appeared at the hour of death, Liu Zhan truly deserves execution!"
By the end, he was grinding his teeth. A vicious look surfaced on his face—he had developed murderous intent.
Wild Daoist suspected Liu Zhan had used sorcery to frame his lord. After all, Liu Zhan had been presiding over the grand formation at the time. With that sudden manifestation of divinity, if it had not been Liu Zhan, who else could it have been?
After he spoke, silence fell over the hall. Just then, a fierce wind swept up the curtains, carrying snowflakes into the inner hall and making everyone present shudder.
"It may not necessarily have been Liu Zhan." Jian Qu frowned in thought. This was a critical moment for the residence; if they chose the wrong enemy, all would be lost. After pondering, he said, "Liu Zhan has always been fairly friendly with us, and he has had no grudges against Your Highness. Would he really go that far?"
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