Standing inside the main hall, Li Huowang gazed at the Dragon Throne shrouded in dim light, silently calculating how to answer the other party's question.
"Er Jiu, where have you been all this while?" Ji Lin's casual words drifted out slowly from beneath the beaded curtain.
"I was tied up with some personal affairs."
"Hah, you sure have the nerve to say so, attending to personal affairs while serving me."
"Since the Benevolent Prince is already dead, Your Highness, who shall we kill next?" Li Huowang asked bluntly.
With only two fingers remaining, Ji Lin heavily slapped the armrest of the Dragon Throne, "Good, you're straightforward, and so will I be. There's one last princess left, and you'll be the one to finish her off."
"The last one!?" Li Huowang's pupils constricted slightly as his eyes widened.
He remembered killing only three people. It hadn't been long, yet how had the poison in this pot been brewed so quickly!
