At that moment in the Crown Prince's Eastern Palace, however terrible Xu Guozhong's expression was, Xu Tianran's was five, ten times worse!
Ever since Zhongli Wu had come and gone, Xu Tianran had furiously smashed almost everything in his room that could be smashed, including his own wheelchair. The entire room was a wreck, with only Ju Zi attending him at one side, silent as a cicada in winter. No one else was there.
This was the first time Ju Zi had seen Xu Tianran in a rage that could be called a complete loss of reason. Previously, at most, his expression had darkened and his gaze had turned fiercer. Even when his fifth younger brother had tried to murder him, he had merely paid a quiet visit to his brother's princely residence and flayed him alive.
But venting his fury as crazily as he did today, unleashing his strength like a wild beast, was a first in Ju Zi's memory.
"There is a ghost in the Imperial Palace."
Xu Tianran murmured under his breath, then suddenly whipped his head toward Ju Zi, making her heart skip half a beat.
"Ju Zi, tell me, who is the ghost in the Imperial Palace? Xu Guozhong, the Holy Spirit Cult, or someone else?"
Xu Tianran's eyes were like those of a starving wolf as he stared fixedly at Ju Zi.
Ju Zi knew that the "someone else" Xu Tianran spoke of included her!
After this ordeal, Xu Tianran no longer dared trust anyone.
"I... I do not know. Perhaps this was merely an accident."
Ju Zi hurriedly knelt, not daring to raise her head to look at Xu Tianran.
"An accident?" Xu Tianran sneered. "Someone emptied the armory in the time it took a few sticks of incense to burn. Shrek's people