Zhao Yan never knew that a 'small' errand of finding and reaching out to Li Ze's beloved woman would lead him to uncover something very shocking.
At first, he hadn't realized it yet, and then he became increasingly unsure. Then, he realized he had been underestimating Pei An too much. He thought she was just an official's or a lesser noble's fiancee who had been residing in the palace.
Who would have thought that she was actually betrothed to the crown prince. She was to be the crown princess. And she would be the next empress.
Zhao Yan lifted his neck high up as he leaned his back behind a stone wall. In front of him was a dirty and humid, small jail-like space. The black railings separated himself and the outside.
His two hands were clutched in a black shackle-like bar and his head, shoulders, and left arm were injured with flowing red blood.
