Even if Prince Dexin guessed a hundred more times, he would never have guessed that this would be the situation before him.
The impregnable space of ancestral protection had actually been broken by a plant. And the moment he opened his eyes, he saw the ancestor he feared most.
That look in the ancestor's eyes—he looked ready to devour someone alive.
Xiao Limo, standing nearby, merely had a slight change in expression. An incomparably complex emotion swept through his eyes: pain, despair, yet also a measure of release.
"Ancestor, it's a misunderstanding. This is all a misunderstanding." Prince Dexin was sweating profusely, still struggling for survival. "I received intelligence accusing the Wang Clan of being spies for the Red Moon Demon Dynasty... Perhaps—perhaps the intelligence was wrong."
Emperor Longchang said nothing. He simply looked at him in silence.
The commanding officers and soldiers of the marshal's personal guard battalion were also silently watching him, but deep in their eyes simmered fierce fury and hatred.
They had all understood. That old villain Dexin had seized the Grand Marshal's weak point and forced him into the plot to murder Prince Hao.
Then, using that as leverage, he had prepared to murder Imperial Prince An as well.
On the other side, Imperial Prince An and Wang Shouzhe, their task complete, also silently stepped back a little, watching it all with solemn expressions.
For a time, aside from Prince Dexin's protests, there was not another sound in the area. The atmosphere was oppressively terrifying.
"Ancestor..."
As Prince Dexin continued speaking, he too gradually realized something was wrong. He shut his mouth, his face ashen.
Even if he did not know what exactly had happened outside the protection space, Emperor Longchang's gaze alone was enough to tell him that Emperor Longchang knew everything.
He was