The dead silence of the inner chamber was broken by Qin Lie's harsh, bellows-like breathing.
He knelt stiffly on the cold brick floor. In his arms, his father's body felt as light as a withered leaf, and that final, faint pulse... seemed to have truly vanished.
A bone-deep chill instantly froze his blood. The harrowing scenes from his past life—the fall of the estate and his royal father perishing on the battlefield—merged frantically with the lifeless, withered face before him, nearly tearing his remaining sanity to shreds.
Chapter 209