Shang Xingzhou said nothing. Rising, he walked out of the room.
Prince Chen Liu paused for a moment before hurriedly following.
Shang Xingzhou took the stone steps on the side of the room to walk to the roof, which appeared to serve as a star observation platform.
A chilly wind ruffled his sleeves.
It was only at this point that Prince Chen Liu noticed that this monastery did not have a temperature-controlling array installed.
Shang Xingzhou raised his head up to the starry sky. He did not put his hands behind his back, and his blue sleeves blown back by the wind made him seem like a clown on stage. It seemed like he was about to crouch down and then leap forward, perhaps wanting to leap up into the starry sky, but his final fate was to comedically fall back to the ground.
Prince Chen Liu gazed at his figure, subconsciously comparing him to the Divine Empress on the Dew Platform.
"If one wants someone to die, one must first make them go crazy."
