Just a single glance.
His eyes widened instantly.
He felt that the clothes on the headless corpse were so familiar, so close and dear.
So, he couldn't help but step forward.
He approached the headless corpse slowly, his mouth gradually opening, his gaze shifting toward the side of the corpse, immediately spotting a head—eyes wide open, a bloody hole in the center of its brow.
"F-fourth Uncle!"
The Second Prince's voice trembled.
He staggered back a step, his eyes instantly reddening, his throat constricted as if someone was strangling him. Mouth agape, he couldn't utter a word.
"Young master, your Qi and Blood Replenishing Soup, this old servant has prepared it for you."
"Young master, your bloodline is truly unique. This old servant has searched countless records at the Academy, but still can't figure out its name. I've already contacted my senior sister—she'll cross the Turkic lands in three months and come."
