```
Xu Yuan's brows furrowed slightly, his expression revealing a touch of strangeness.
He understood that the imperial family was the most ruthless of all, but it was his first time hearing about the bloodshed beneath the glittering facade of the golden throne, and it unsettled him.
Thirteen...
These were not strangers, but his own beloved kin.
Seeing Xu Yuan's expression, Li Junqing raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, laughing nonchalantly:
"That number is only the ones I know of, there could be more unknown to me."
As he spoke, his voice carried a hint of sighs and relief:
"Luckily, I was born into a favorable situation, no one dares to provoke my mother. Otherwise, whether I could have even been born alive would have been a question."
In the cold, snowy night, Xu Yuan exhaled a breath of white mist, his smile ambiguous:
"Your family, they really are cold-blooded."
