In the Eastern Palace.
Xuanhe Hall.
The doors of the hall were tightly shut, and the atmosphere was oppressive. It was filled with a murderous aura, and one could even hear a pin drop on the ground.
The Crown Prince had returned from the palace for some time. He had changed into a purple-yellow dragon robe made of natural silk. It was loose, comfortable, and light. He sat on the main seat with a cold face.
His eyebrows were tightly knitted together, and he was imposing without being angry. His eyes were like knives, sharp and cold, but also seemed to be hiding a monstrous anger that could burn a big hole in the sky. Under the dragon robe, his hands were tightly clenched, and a cracking sound could be heard. It was obvious how angry he was.
