The setting sun dyed the medicine fields a golden red, the scent of spring grass mingling with the smell of Murong Ke's blood.
Murong Ke sat on a haystack with his knees bent, his fingertips unconsciously stroking Su Mingyu's wrist.
"That night, I originally intended to sneak into Prince Yu's estate to investigate whether Prince Yu and the Empress had been exchanging secret letters, but in the secret chamber, I saw someone I never expected."
Chapter 133