Based on his own judgement, Chu Yiyun believed that Xu Chang's hatred was definitely not fake.
As the Crown’s Master, he had always been deeply trusted by the Emperor. He didn't have a reason to turn the tables between the three princes for no reason at all and help them kill each other.
Therefore, Xu Chang's enemy … Important? And it had something to do with the royal family?
For some reason, Chu Yiyun thought of his own Royal Father.
At night, Feng Qingmo and Jun Zibi sat on the rooftop as the clear and cold wind blew past their bodies.
Jun Zibi raised his wine pot and took two sips, then turned and looked at Feng Qingmo: "If you want to invite me to view the moon, then the sky doesn't have a moon. If you're inviting me to do it? "Well, there's a wind, and it's very cold. — What do you mean?"
Feng Qingmo pointed at the courtyard beneath his house: "Wait, someone is coming in a while."