In a moment of deep despair, the Rakshasa King even entertained a thought.
Why not leave, why not leave?
Simply abdicate and pass the throne to the Crown Prince. This way, he could gain some good reputation. Since the Crown Prince is so wise and brilliant, why not entrust him with the millennia-old legacy of the Rakshasa Royal Family?
The Rakshasa King looked as if he had aged twenty years, and his face was incredibly dejected, his gaze utterly muddled.
As his close companion, Ying Jun immediately understood what the Rakshasa King was thinking. A person who valued face as his lifeline, had suffered an unprecedented blow, and was now disheartened, with thoughts of abdicating.
How could this be allowed?
Once the Crown Prince ascends the throne, Ying Jun could already foresee how miserable her fate would be even with her eyes closed.
You Ming, Mokan, Xi Ting, and even she, Ying Jun, were destined to perish with no place for burial.
