Jiang huailu believed brother Lu's words.
He deeply believed it.
After all, His Highness was an evil spirit, and the first Prince had ill intentions. It was normal for the people of the imperial family to be evil.
Lulu was convinced.
At this moment, Jiang huailu entered the hall with his divine soul, but Lu huaijiang looked like a stranger.
It was already late at night, and the incense stalls outside the hall had already been tidied up.
Whoever knew that there would still be people who entered the hall crying and complaining.
She looked like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl. She lowered her head and covered her face. Her voice was hoarse from crying, and her hands were still pulling at the lapels of her clothes.
His clothes were torn in two.
Granny Zhu's brows furrowed at the sight.
