Note: this chapter contains flashbacks.
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"So, you saw with your own eyes that Zhang Hei killed your mother, Yuan?"
"…" Mo Yuan's face was as white as flour, even his body was trembling slightly, and he did not immediately answer his father's question.
The next morning after he learned that his mother was killed by Zhang Hei, he returned to the palace, and his destination was his father's quarters. It was still early in the morning, and the emperor had yet to prepare for his day's activities. He was not wearing his mighty dragon robe, and he only wore a black robe over his white undergarments as he welcomed his son into his quarters.
Currently, they were sitting at a round table in the emperor's quarters, and tension hung over the two of them after the younger man came to make a report.
