The wind and snow swirled in a frenzy, slamming against the eaves and lifting the heavy door curtains. A youth’s cloud-white sleeves fluttered in the gale, intensifying the biting chill.
Jiang Cangyue simply took out a bronze mirror and tossed it aside into the heap of debris. Her cooperation with Ji Yanxiao was a matter of mutual need, but some people insisted on crossing the line.
As a Prince Hostage of Wu'an, having clawed his way through the palace all these years, what social intrigue could he possibly fail to see? She had killed Shu Qing, killed Wei Ying, plotted against Noble Lady Li, and killed the Third Prince; he must have known it all along.
Chapter 124