The man in gray handed over the scroll with both hands, and Huangfu Yuxuan drew the scroll from his hands, slowly unfolding it, his gaze sweeping over its contents.
"Son wounded, father dead, nothing else affected."
Only eight words, lacking beginning or end.
Yet, Huangfu Yuxuan clearly knew what it meant.
His brows furrowed, eyes dark and cold again, he sneered, "Useless!"
But soon he laughed, "This is fine too, this way there will be more good drama to watch!"
All the princes were guessing who made a move against Prince Lu; Prince Lu's son especially hated Prince Xin and Prince Li to the core. Prince Xin thought it was Prince Li, Prince Li thought it was Prince Xin. Each guarded against the other in secret, viewing one another as lifelong enemies.
Probably no one would have thought that Huangfu Yuxuan, who had left the Capital City over a month ago, sending Princess He Ye to East Tang for her marriage, was the orchestrator behind the scenes.
