How could such a bone grow inside an eagle?
The young guard who had read the inscription out loud finally grasped the situation, his hands trembling as if he were holding a burning coal. He hurriedly tossed the object away. It hit the floor with a soft "thud," but to everyone in the hall, it felt as heavy as a ten-thousand-pound boulder crashing into their hearts.
This was no tamed falcon—this was the death warrant of Prince of Wucheng, Xiao Jingyi!
Chapter 155