There was a piece of paper in Bai Guowei's hand, and it was neatly folded in half. Next to the Emperor's thumb, Bai Chen could read the character of his name written on the paper, and perhaps the Emperor was telling the truth that the paper was indeed for him.
Bai Chen could feel his heart pounding against the back of his ribs as he thought about how Bai Renshu even wrote him a letter before the man hanged himself from the ceiling of the Zuigao Hall.
'What did Bai Renshu write in the letter? Was he trying to tell me how much he hated me by writing that letter? It wasn't enough even if he slandered me right before he died?' Bai Chen wondered as he continued to stare at the paper in Bai Guowei's hand.
