The crescent moon was like a hook, hanging in the night sky.
In White Jade City's pavilion, candlelight shone through the lanterns, illuminating the entire room.
Lu Fan sat in his wheelchair, with a cloak draped over his shoulders.
Next to him, Ning Zhao, Yi Yue, and Nie Changqing stood quietly.
Ni Yu wanted to take an elixir out of the cloth satchel she was holding against her chest to eat, but she did not dare. She was afraid the crackling sound from crunching the elixir would break the utter silence.
Ning Zhao was as cold as ice. She had read the denunciation. The author disparaged Lu Fan and even humiliated him in every possible way.
"Young Master…," Ning Zhao said hesitantly.
However, Lu Fan waved his hand to stop her.
"His Majesty came to Beiluo in person. And I promised him I would do something he didn't have the nerve to do…," Lu Fan said slowly.
His voice echoed in White Jade City's pavilion.
