The young King felt intense hatred, and deep unwillingness.
He hated Kang Chen, he hated Prince Bandeli, he hated everyone, he even hated Lady Wangyue...
If she hadn't been so cheap back then, if she hadn't had an affair, if from the beginning to the end, there was never a person like him who was born, how great it would have been, he wouldn't have had to endure these hardships and suffer these pains.
He truly hated, and also feared...
Life and death held in others' hands, that feeling was truly terrifying, that taste was not pleasant at all.
The young King heard Kang Chen's departing footsteps, the door was wide open, the cold wind blew in, making him shiver.
A surge of resentment rose in his chest, compelling him to lift his hand, wanting to tear the two sheets of paper in his hand.
With a ripping sound...
The crisp sound suddenly startled the young King awake.
