In the Beidi military camp in the Queyu Valley, Shen Chuan sat by his desk, reading his copy of *The Legend of Prince Dongli*. It was a book he had read countless times, yet he still found it endlessly fascinating. Behind the mask he wore, his expression remained inscrutable.
Xu Zining stood behind him, his gaze fixed straight ahead. Beneath his seemingly calm eyes surged a subtle sense of pity mixed with intense, murderous intent.
Directly in his line of sight, a man sat brazenly on Shen Chuan’s personal sleeping quarters, his palm rubbing against the black silk quilt. The corners of his eyes twitched upward, his face twisted in contempt.
Chapter 71