The Chang Sui gasped in disbelief.
He instinctively turned to look in the direction of the Imperial Palace.
The night was at its deepest, and it was pitch-black outside. He couldn't see a thing.
Yet, a profound chill washed over him, making him break out in a cold sweat. The hairs on his arms practically stood on end!
"Your Highness means to say..."
He mumbled, but he didn't dare voice the rest of his thought, swallowing the words back down.
Still, his heart pounded in his chest, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.
'Could it really have been him? Did he lay such a trap!?'
'To go to such lengths... but for what—'
The Chang Sui looked at Xiao Chenglin, a lingering fear in his heart. "If that's truly the case, then Your Highness... what is your plan?"
Xiao Chenglin suddenly smiled, but the expression didn't reach his eyes. His tea-brown, glass-like eyes were as cold as ice.
"He has always been this way. Why is this so surprising?"
