The man in black retreated respectfully to the corner of the room, disappearing into the darkness.
He Lanxuan's eyes turned to the window again, but his slightly squinted eyes were filled with an unconcealable sadness, "Grandma, do you also think that your grandson did this?!"
This sentence, unlike the domineering and overbearing words he had just faced his subordinates, revealed endless desolation and helplessness.
No one responded.
Those in the upper position are the most lonely.
Even though you have control over the world, you have no one to confide in. This is the tragedy of being an emperor!
In worldly affairs, if you gain something, you must lose something. If you have high power, you will inevitably lose a lot, such as relatives and friends...
Tonight is destined to be another sleepless night!
In fact, besides He Lanxuan, there is another person in the capital who is also worried about the moon.
This person was none other than Zhang Yanqing, the prime minister of Zuo, a high-ranking official in the current dynasty.
The news from the grassland had already spread. After knowing that even Wu Yun, the ninth-level wizard on the grassland, had not killed He Lanji and Chu Tianjiao, Zhang Yanqing had been acting very decadent.
He did not hesitate to collude with the grassland in order to get revenge, but now that the plan failed again, he was already frustrated. Even His Highness Yue, the Third Highness, could not do anything about it. What else could he do?!
Zhang Yanqing poured the cold wine down his throat, his face filled with worry.
"Yang'er, dad is sorry for you, but he doesn't even have the ability to avenge you. It's a pity that dad never practiced martial arts. Otherwise, even if he risked his life, dad would have killed that He Lanji and that little goblin!" He staggered.
Standing up, he suddenly threw the empty cup in his hand to the ground, but two lines of tears overflowed from his eyes, "It's all my fault, it's all my fault. If I hadn't indulged you like that, maybe you wouldn't have died..."
"Do you really want revenge?!"
A pleasant but emotionless voice came faintly from not far away.
Zhang Yanqing was startled, and he was mostly drunk. He turned around and looked at the place where the sound came from. When he saw the man in white who had been sitting at the table for some time, he suddenly looked horrified, "You, you... there's someone here."
, there are assassins..."
The man was dressed in white, and most of his face was hidden in the shadow of the hood. What was exposed was only a pair of cherry-colored lips and a sharp chin. He seemed to be sitting lazily at the table, but he had a lot of elegance all his own.
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"No need to shout!" The man in white picked up the wine bottle, filled the empty cup beside him, brought the cup to his nose with his slender fingers, sniffed gently, and then took a sip, "If you really