A bright moon hung in the sky, casting a cold, clear radiance over a silent world. In this tranquil atmosphere, time itself seemed to have frozen.
"I never expected my eldest brother to be so cooperative this time. It seems he really wants Chen Xiaofei dead just as much."
Inside Prince Chu's Mansion, Zhou Wenyong stood quietly in the same elegant pavilion from earlier that day. His voice was low and icy, betraying an indescribable emotion. Moonlight filtered through the window, tracing his silhouette and making him look as cold and ruthless as a stone statue.
Chapter 157