Su Ziji was slightly startled upon hearing this. Just then, he suddenly felt a wave of cold, sinister air drift over, and the Crown Prince's voice abruptly stopped. After a long while, he sighed. "The time has come!"
No sooner had he spoken than, with a creak, the courtyard gates swung wide open.
People began filing in one after another.
Every one of them was young and beautiful, with graceful, swaying figures. Only when they came closer did he see that while the lovely women were fine, the maidservants following behind each carried bundles of varying sizes on their backs.
Not to mention the servants and guards.
They seemed to be preparing to move away, each bringing along their cherished possessions.
Yet once their footsteps reached the courtyard, their bodies began to change. The stench of blood and rotting corpses gradually rushed at him head-on. Su Ziji's expression did not change as his gaze swept over them.
Nearly every one of them had died gruesomely—some had been hacked to death, some had killed themselves, and some were even naked. Their skin had blackened, with black fluid constantly seeping out.
They gradually turned into all manner of corpses, stiffly gathering together and laboriously dropping to their knees.
A dense, black mass knelt before him.
Yet even corpses with eyeballs dangling from their faces revealed yearning in the one eye they had left.
"Imperial Grandson, did you know that there were originally seven hundred and thirty-one people in this residence?"
"But trapped here for twenty years, one hundred and nine have already been unable to hold on, their spirits and forms utterly annihilated!" The Crown Prince's gaze swept across the people in the residence as he said calmly, "Fortunately, we still managed to wait for you."
"Otherwise, many would not have been