At the birthday banquet, Xin Lin performed remarkably, but it's a pity that her cultivation isn't impressive.
"What a shame, such unruly eyes."
Young Prince Tu stroked his chin, half regretting, half schadenfreude.
Thinking of those bright black eyes, Young Prince Tu opened one of the smaller packages.
Upon opening it, he saw a bloody head.
The deceased's eyes were still open, full of terror, but those eyes...
"That's not right, this isn't Xin Lin."
Young Prince Tu prided himself on never forgetting a face; Xin Lin's eyes were very special, unruly yet clear.
These eyes in front of him looked somewhat familiar but weren't Xin Lin's.
"It's her!"
Young Prince Tu examined a few more times and finally recognized this person wasn't Xin Lin but his junior sister, Chu Miaoyun!
Young Prince Tu hurriedly opened another package.
Although the person's face was unrecognizable, looking like a pig's head!
Nonetheless, it was certainly not Chu Beiqing.
