Rong Jing once envied everything about the Xie Family, but he couldn't change anything. He intended to make it up to Xie Yun, but Xie Yun chose a path opposite to his, making those debts forever impossible to repay.
He thought that his brother would never betray him, but after so many years, it was merely a play enacted for him;
and Xie Yun was his true brother; he could not let him die like this.
Rong Jing's eyes grew even darker, with shadows and resentment seeping out.
"Emperor, Ning An fears the Second Prince won't hold on for much longer..." Rong Miaoyan whispered softly beside him.
Rong Jing's eyes darkened, and his hands clenched into fists.
Rong Qijun, that useless piece of trash, couldn't wait to raise troops even though he wasn't dead yet. With just those few hundred people in his mansion, wasn't he courting death? Yet he had to involve Xie Yun's life.
Rong Jing looked at Song Zhi, hoarsely speaking: "The only one I can trust now is you."
