"How... how did King Jin obtain that edict?" After a long while, Mo Xuetong finally found her voice, with her shocked eyes turning bright once more. She lifted up his head difficultly to ask Feng Yuran, a bitter smile passing across her lips. The news was too incredulous.
Such an incredible edict placed King Jin in a position of definite victory. However, the late Emperor still won the throne. What exactly happened that made King Jin, who was so close to the throne, turn into a rebel!
Feng Yuran leaned back and pulled Mo Xuetong to his chest, patting her gently on the back of her hand. The gold and silver collar shone brightly on his purple coat, complementing his dazzling and emotionless gaze. He was as beautiful and composed as a painting.
