Lan Qing was in his own bedroom at this time.
Peace had been restored to Lingjiu Hall.
Whether it was the palace guards or the people brought by King Yu, all had been sent away.
As for King Yu, he personally stood guard outside Lingjiu Hall.
Now in the bedroom of Lingjiu Hall, there were only Lan Fan and Lan Qing.
Lan Qing lay on the bed, his body drenched in bright red blood.
Lan Fan stood by his side, watching him coldly.
"You're protecting that woman? I heard she's the emperor's consort. You've been having a secret rendezvous with the emperor's woman?"
This remark was filled with irony.
Lan Fan burst into loud laughter: "Heh, who would have thought! So righteous and outspoken you were back then, accusing me of having a private affair with the lady and stripping me of my right to succeed."
"And now!" He stared at Lan Qing, his laugh full of contempt: "Now, not only have you had private meetings with a woman, but you even dare to seduce the emperor's woman!"
