"Mother, if I kneel in the Heart-devouring Incense until nightfall, will you set me free—"
"You want to see Xiao Ning and her son, don't even think about it!" Su Xinyu said coldly, the wide phoenix robe dragging on the ground, disappearing from his sight as the hall doors of Yongming Palace closed.
Her final words echoed in the hall: "Zhongxu, never forget, Rong Heng is the greatest enemy of us mother and child."
Rong Jing lowered his head, mumbling to himself:
"But he is also my brother."
The hall doors were tightly shut, the palace attendants withdrew, and after who knows how long, the familiar scent of the Heart-devouring Incense emerged.
Rong Jing's body shuddered, quickly regaining his composure.
His face showed no trace of pain, but his deep, dark eyes reflected a range of emotions, from resentment to sorrow, as blood seeped from his fingertips clawed into his flesh, yet he seemed to feel no pain.
