Chongzhou.
The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, the cold wind howled, and the branches and clusters of flowers and grasses within Prince Chong's Mansion swayed under the cold wind, their shadows dancing on the ground.
The study still had lights on, and several tall figures were casting shadows on the paper window under the illumination of the lamp.
"Creak..."
The window suddenly opened, and the piercing cold wind rushed into the study through the window, blowing the papers on the desk to the ground. Prince Chong faced the cold wind, put down the letter in his hand, and his mind became much clearer.
"I never expected that the once almighty Prince Huai, who commanded the dukes across the realm, would now be in a situation where everyone is shouting to beat him."
