Prince Yu Mansion.
Inside the study, the bookshelf slid to the sides, revealing a complex array etched into the wall. A faint blue glow flashed, and the wall rippled like a water curtain.
Chu Heng stepped out slowly from the secret chamber, his hands stained with dark red blood, his eyes bloodshot, making his face look even paler.
"Your Highness."
The old steward waiting outside handed over a handkerchief.
Chu Heng took it, wiped his hands, and asked, "Is there any movement from Ling Yishan?"
The old steward shook his head and said, "Just the same as before, reclusive and uninterested in worldly affairs, even after Ling Ningzhi was attacked, there was no reaction. It seems he knows he doesn't have much time left and won't act easily."
Chu Heng's eyebrows slightly furrowed, and he said, "What's the deal with that You Ji? Being a Grandmaster, could she have just vanished without a trace?"
