Zachary Ye hurried back to the palace, but was told that his father had rejected the crowd and met the most famous dancer in the imperial capital alone. The bad premonition expanded again, and there was nothing but a blank in his mind, and he broke into the palace alone.
But it was too late.
His father fell on the dragon chair, and the blood followed the dragon chair and sank into the carpet laid on the ground. The long sword carried by the father fell at his feet, and the woman who was said to have entered the palace to perform a dance held a soft sword and stood in front of the dragon chair with her back to him. There was still unwiped blood on the sword, and the blood beads slid down the sword, as if prolonged time.
Hearing his footsteps, the man slowly turned around.
The indifferent eyes swept across his face, the murderous sting still remaining, and the veil that half-hidden his face moved slightly.
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