"What? Zun?"
The old madam turned even paler upon hearing this. Her body swayed, almost toppling over, and Zhao Ling'er quickly supported her.
In her heart, the old madam felt an indescribable worry and sorrow. Why was her son Zhao Zun so plagued by misfortune?
Zhao Zun had already left the battlefield and distanced himself from the power struggles, now merely a leisure-loving prince working by the mountains, yet someone still wanted his life?
"Zun... Zun, why would someone want him dead? Who did he possibly offend?" the old madam murmured.
Hua Tianyou shook his head, furrowing his brows, just as puzzled.
He crouched down, closely inspecting the situation of the men in black. The outfits of the two men were identical, their faces under the masks unfamiliar and cold.
Hua Tianyou pulled down their face masks, examining them carefully but found he did not recognize these two people.
