Tie Xin had been very uneasy.
An inexplicable feeling of heartache sped up his pace as soon as he left the palace gates.
He didn't know what he was afraid of.
But anyway, he was very scared.
Very scared.
Especially when he returned to the mansion and, after knocking on the door for a long time, couldn't get any response from the Prince, his hand trembling as he knocked.
"Prince?"
Feng Wuya wasn't in the bedroom.
There was a strong stench of blood in the room.
Tie Xin's heart was gripped even tighter.
After coming out of the bedroom, he rushed toward the pavilion in the center of the lake in the backyard.
Recently, the Prince had taken a particular liking to this place, often sitting underneath the pavilion alone, playing the harmonica.
But tonight, there was no sound of the harmonica under the pavilion.
Looking from afar, it seemed there truly was a figure there.
He leaned against the stone pillar, staring at the ripples on the lake.
