The wealthy man, dressed as a wealthy gentleman, sat upright in a Taishi Chair, with a large ink painting hanging on the plain wall behind him.
It was none other than Prince Huaian, Xu Wen!
Beside the elder, there was a young man who bore a five or six-part resemblance to him in appearance, holding a folding fan, with fierce brows and eyes.
Prince Huai'an's Heir, the Commandery Princess's brother, Xu Qian!
"Sister!"
Xu Qian, inside the hall, saw no one standing in the bright light outside and exclaimed in shock.
Prince Huaian's face was expressionless, and he said in a deep voice, "Come out!"
"Clatter——"
In the silent royal mansion's grand courtyard, a commotion emerged in the night.
Zhao Douan's peripheral vision swept over, spotting hundreds of warriors with weapons emerging from various corners, each clad in night attire, their aura fierce, certainly not ordinary, with almost every one possessing cultivation.
