Standing inside the main hall, Li Huowang gazed at the Dragon Throne shrouded in dim light, silently calculating how to answer the other party's question.
"Er Jiu, where have you been all this while?" Ji Lin's casual words drifted out slowly from beneath the beaded curtain.
"I was tied up with some personal affairs."
"Hah, you sure have the nerve. Attending to personal affairs while serving me."
"The Benevolent Prince is already dead anyway. Your Highness, who do we kill next?" Li Huowang asked bluntly.
With only two fingers remaining on his right hand, Ji Lin heavily slapped the armrest of the Dragon Throne. "Good. You're straightforward, so I will be too. There's one last royal sister left. You'll be the one to finish her off."
"The last one!?" Li Huowang's pupils constricted as his eyes widened.
I remember killing only three people, he thought. It hasn't been that long. How was the gu-poison in this urn refined so quickly?
