Prince Chu looked at the fire in the distance with lingering fear. From the private room of the teahouse where the Crown Prince was, he could clearly see the entire scene. "Isn't it ridiculous, that without our father the Emperor's command, the Crown Prince would dare to set a fire secretly?"
Prince Liang knew that the National Protection Camp troops had entered the capital and surrounded the abandoned residence. Before he could figure it out, the result had arrived. He felt that the older the Emperor got, the more capricious he became, and over the past two years, the Emperor's hands had been stained with blood. Prince Liang pursed his lips as he watched the flames.
The Crown Prince remained silent, his gaze fixed on the distant firelight. Suddenly, he remarked, "Don't you think the scenery in the distance is beautiful?"
