Two days later, in the middle of the night, the backyard of the Crown Prince's Residence was brightly lit by lanterns.
In a gazebo in the middle of the lake, Lu Guangdi stood at the side. His facial expression was firm as he pressed his lips tightly, not uttering a single word.
The Crown Prince Leng Jinghua looked utterly helpless, shaking his head. Turning over to face Lu Yurong, he asked, "Yurong, the city's in chaos, there must be someone pulling the strings in the background… Is it Chu Li?"
Lu Yurong said softly, "Based on logical deduction, it shouldn't be Chu Li's doing."
