"If this is truly the Crown Prince's doing, then everything is just too horrifying,"
Yan Chen closed his eyes slowly, his voice weary.
Since when had they, as brothers, become completely unrecognizable in the fight for the throne?
"My lord, look."
At that moment, Nan Xing pulled open the curtain of the carriage and pointed urgently in one direction.
Chu Baihan and the others looked out only to see Qin Rong standing atop the Qingxin Temple roof.
His hair and beard had both turned white, and he was dressed in immaculate plain clothes.
From a distance, he did indeed look somewhat like an immortal.
"My dear subjects, I am well aware that you are suffering. I am but a mortal and do not know how to save you. Hence, over these past two months, I have not left home and have devotedly prayed to the gods to save these poor souls on earth...
