People in other tents were chatting and laughing away, with no one suspecting that such dramatic events had unfolded inside the imperial tent.
A prolonged silence filled the interior. Tang Xian looked at everything that had transpired, feeling a fleeting sense of release. With his deep grudge finally settled, he could finally comfort his mother's spirit in heaven.
"Father, the hour is late. You should rest now, and your son will take his leave."
Chapter 252