Chu Yi stood up elegantly and followed beside her like a shadow. He stuffed the playbook that Gu Yanfei had flipped through several times into Xiao Shi's hands.
The two of them walked out of the booth and headed next door in a leisurely manner.
At the end of the corridor ahead, Murong Yong and Imperial Duke Wei's private room was surrounded by people. There were three layers inside and outside. At a glance, only black heads could be seen.
The bystanders pointed and discussed among themselves. They could only watch from the side and could not continue to approach, because four guards were guarding the door of the booth with their scabbards.
Inside the booth, everyone was in a state of panic, and the air was thick with the smell of blood.
The table, the floor, and the walls were covered in blood.
Imperial Duke Wei leaned back in his chair weakly. His attendant carefully supported his upper body, afraid that he would collapse.
