In the desolate Cold Palace, Li Huowang looked at the monk illusion before him with a trace of dissatisfaction.
Li Huowang was not heartless, but at this time, he obviously had no time to bother with a mysterious, pregnant old eunuch. After all, this was Da Qi, not Da Liang. Who knew if this fellow was a trap? Right now, the most important thing was to hurry back and inform the Astrological Bureau about Prince Ren's clandestine dealings with the Dharma Sect.
"I'm leaving!" Li Huowang said and turned to go. He had only taken a few steps when a blood-curdling scream came from behind him.
The eunuch held a sharp knife and plunged it into his own swollen belly. A fluid resembling pus—a mix of amniotic fluid and blood—gushed out from the gash. Seeing that Li Huowang wasn't helping, the eunuch seemed intent on delivering the baby himself.
