How could he not believe it? No matter how bizarre it sounded, even if no one else in the world believed it, he would.
"Then what are your plans for the future?"
"Earn money. Wait for my daughter."
"What kind of business is it?" If it seemed promising, Dean Chen planned to join as well.
"Killing people."
"..."
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「Half a month later.」
「Imperial Palace, Wangyue Pavilion.」
The fragrance of calming incense filled the pavilion. On a soft couch, a small figure lay sleeping fitfully. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and his body trembled unconsciously.
CREAK—
The wind pushed the window open, making a faint sound.
The person on the couch jolted awake with a start. "Ye Qianning—!"
Sang Zhi gasped for breath, staring at the ceiling. After a long moment, he slowly sat up. He had dreamed of her again. 'I dreamed a striped tiger was tearing her apart, and all I could do was sit there and cry...'
"Your Highness." A knock came from the door.
"Enter."
