The moment Jiang Hao took away the Combat Ant, the palace maid blurted out impatiently, "Her Highness the Princess and Sister Xiao Qing took some people to the Imperial Palace. As for what they went there to do, this servant doesn't know. I'm only a lowly palace maid. Please spare my life, Prince Consort! Sob..."
Dressed in bright red wedding clothes, the little palace maid wept like pear blossoms drenched in rain. Anyone who did not know better would have thought Jiang Hao was abusing her.
A possibility suddenly struck Jiang Hao, giving him a fright. A chill swept through his entire body, running down his spine as he recalled the inexplicable things Xiao Qing had said when she came to find him that night five days ago.
Meanwhile.
The moon was exceptionally bright that night. Taking advantage of Her Highness the Princess's joyous wedding day, its pure light spilled across all of Shenzhou City, sharing in the people's happiness and illuminating every festive corner.
On the road to the Imperial Palace, King Han walked accompanied by a procession of palace maids and eunuchs, a trace of sadness on his slightly tipsy face. Although he was a monarch, he was also a father. His daughter's marriage was a good thing, yet his heart was still filled with reluctance to part with her. Han Qing was his most beloved child. He had watched her grow up, and now she had become another man's wife.
Once his sadness passed, King Han suddenly thought of his two sons, Han Su and Han Min.
Now that Han Qing was married, she no longer had the right to inherit the throne. Which of his two sons would be fit for it?
"Who's there?"
A corner hidden from the moonlight lay silent. There was nothing in