It was already late when Baili Jia Jue returned from the Palace of Heavenly Purity. While dealing with the Emperor was not a difficult task, the boredom from spending the whole afternoon with the Emperor was excruciating.
Especially when every sentence that came out of the Emperor's mouth was implying on his loss of martial Qi.
Sigh, the Emperor only wanted to keep him from becoming the crown prince.
All these years, he had not gotten sick of using the same dirty means.
The young man sneered as he took off his fur cloak with his left hand. However, he started to frown upon realizing that the room was completely silent.
After taking a few steps forward, there was still nobody at all.
Even the heater stove above the sandalwood table was cool.
Suddenly, a familiar sense of dread permeated from his heart to his soles.
The young man felt cold in his body, even his head was growing heavier.
Again?
