Chapter 487 - Chapter 484 – Proposal and the Pressure of Death

The reception room in the Crown Prince's residence, which had originally felt spacious and magnificent, now felt increasingly cramped despite its area spanning dozens of square meters. The morning sunlight streaming through the tall windows with thin silk curtains now felt colder and gloomier, as if the tense atmosphere between the two figures had absorbed all the natural warmth. The expensive, fragrant aroma of imported tea still rose gently from the fine porcelain cups patterned with golden dragons, but it was now mixed with the invisible scent of tension, the smell of cold sweat, hidden intentions, rotten political ambition, and power mutually measuring one another.