He lit the Mist Star Grass.
A strange fragrance filled the air.
Inside the room, the Palace Maids and Eunuchs had fallen into a deep sleep.
"When you were born, I suggested strangling you. I even offered to do it myself, but she refused."
"To think, you still ended up killing her…"
To be born without a pregnancy, to live by borrowing a womb—with such demonic methods available, it was hardly surprising that he could grow into a seven or eight-year-old child in a single year.
Su Chen wasn't surprised that Emperor Jianwu recognized him. He had probably revealed himself back when he delivered Princess Consort Luo's child.
"Why has Your Majesty sought me out? I don't believe we have anything to discuss."
Su Chen took a small step back, maintaining a safe distance from Emperor Jianwu.
