The Jin Capital Royal Palace, shrouded in a murderous aura, where all the plum blossoms have withered, laying scarlet on the ground.
Outside the Chunhua Hall, tightly packed with the Forbidden Army Warriors, Imperial Guards, and Inner Officials with cultivation, all standing in solemn silence, no one dared to make a sound.
Prince Jin hurriedly arrived, hesitating for a moment as he stepped into the courtyard of Chunhua Hall. This place, he had not entered for too long. The beautiful memories of the past lingered only at the moment when Prince Fu was born; thereafter, the memories were filled with gloom and snow.
After pausing for a while, Prince Jin still stepped into the courtyard of Chunhua Hall. As his toes landed, it stirred up a barely discernible circle of dust.
