Outside Yuqian Palace, people were kneeling. On the soft platform in the middle, the white-haired Xuanyuan Ce lay there with a pale face.
A red line of blood on his neck was especially eye-catching.
"Father…" Xuanyuan Ye's pupils constricted and she staggered forward.
She was really sad. No matter what happened to Xuanyuan Ce, she could not lie to her father.
Now that he was dead, no matter how great the resentment in Xuanyuan Ye's heart was, it was gone.
Madam Yu's vision darkened and she almost fainted. She only stopped herself from losing her composure with the help of the nanny beside her.
Xuanyuan Qi stopped in his tracks and looked straight at the person lying there. He did not hear the word "Brother".
The news of Xuanyuan Ce's accident spread when the palace door first opened. At that time, Xuanyuan Qi had just woken up and was about to attend the morning court assembly.
