Xia Xunyang's voice cut off abruptly at the door.
He saw the scene inside the room clearly and froze on the spot as though someone had sealed his acupoints.
On the bed, a strange man was holding his Imperial Consort Mother in his arms. Both were disheveled, their expressions still carrying the annoyance and embarrassment of having their pleasure interrupted. Xia Xunyang's mind simply crashed.
He knew his Imperial Consort Mother had an old romance with Emperor Yongchang, and he knew she had one with Jiang Buping, too, but where had this stranger sprung from? Would his Imperial Consort Mother really take any man into her bed?
Wasn't this far too fickle and promiscuous?
Only in his twenties, Xia Xunyang still had relatively innocent values and could not accept the fact that his Imperial Consort Mother was this uninhibited.
"Xunyang, you..." Thousand Faces reacted first, shoving Emperor Yongchang away and fumbling to pull up the quilt to cover himself. "Why didn't you knock?"
Xia Xunyang opened his mouth, thinking, The sun's already blazing outside. Why would I knock? You'd normally have been up ages ago by now.
But when the words reached his lips, he swallowed them back.
This was clearly no time for explanations.
Xia Xunyang glared at Emperor Yongchang, his voice filled with cold menace and even murderous intent. "Whoever you are, get the hell out. Imperial Consort Mother, the Shen Clan is about to go into lockdown." Ao Zhao was the Eighth Crown Prince of the Dragon Palace. His inexplicable death in the Shen Clan was undoubtedly a thunderbolt from a clear sky for them.
Shen Hegui wanted to die right now.
Unless they found the killer and gave the Dragon Clan an explanation, the Shen Clan would face attacks from both the Imperial Court and the