No one wants to die. Yun No. 12 dangled this tempting bait, intending to see if Chu Xiong was the type who feared death.
As Chu Xiong listened, his dull eyes indeed flickered with a faint light. Who would wish for death if life was an option? He mused. In any case, he was already in this state. It was better to cling to life, however wretchedly, than to die a noble death. If it truly was his Ninth Imperial Brother, passing the throne to him wouldn't be unacceptable.
He had always suspected Xiao Yunjing hadn't died and had previously tried all means to investigate his whereabouts. Now, he had truly returned.
Good, at least the realm of Daqian has not fallen into the hands of others.
He nodded.
Yun No. 12 nodded to the other men. They immediately sprang into action, moving Chu Xiong to a long couch. Then, taking the Daoist priest with them, they headed into the secret passage.
「In the imperial court, half an hour later」
The three Concubines were indeed brought in by Song Zheng.
