In this brief moment, Marcus Lin couldn't tell what he was feeling.
The imperial capital is an exquisitely crafted garden. The sun shines through the lush trees, casting changing light and shadows. The fragrance of flowers and the sound of fountains are gently intertwined. Some people are relaxing and basking in the sun outside their doors, while others are walking on the green lawn, feeling the pulse and heartbeat of the dark mud under their feet.
They are accustomed to secret dealings and intrigues. In the face of future and wealth, human life is just a piece that can be moved randomly on the black and white chessboard. What they are afraid of is not the purity and nobility of bloodline, but the power. If killing a prince is easy and the effect is obvious, they will not hesitate to pierce his heart with a jewel-encrusted sword.
The paper revealed some of his things - things he would rather keep hidden, just like a girl walking in the wild with her lover, whose carefully prepared clothes were torn by thorns, revealing the ugly scars on her body.
The short time did not allow him to carefully guess the other person's state of mind, and all he felt was a vague sense of uneasiness and confusion that came directly from the bottom of his heart.
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