Li Feng, who heard the news, looked a bit confused, so he tried to ask Fen Ling again.
"What do you mean by Prime Minister Mu is dead, Your Majesty?"
Fen Ling let out a long, heavy sigh.
Her elegant brows furrowed deeper as she looked at the three of them with a complicated expression.
"Exactly as I said… he is dead."
She leaned back slightly on her seat, her voice low and cold.
"When I arrived at the imperial prison for the interrogation… the entire place had already become a slaughterhouse."
At those words, the room fell into a deathly silence.
Li Feng's eyes narrowed sharply.
"What…?"
Fen Ling continued, her tone heavy with suppressed anger.
"All of the guards… even the elite Shadow Dragon Guards who were stationed inside the imperial prison… had been killed."
She paused for a moment, her fingers tightening on the armrest.
Her eyes flashed with cold light.
