Mei Nianqing was concentrating on painting frescoes, depicting the history of Crown Prince Wuyong, in one of the burnt temples. Sometimes his face would frown slightly when images of those times would involuntarily appear in his memory, pressing on the most painful wounds... That can no longer be brought back... His Highness has changed and now he is doing chaos.

Mei Nianqing was also worried about the "little" Highness, Xie Lian. This young man has a complicated fate and one disaster that will now follow him until he deems it necessary to stop…

In any case, Mei Nianqing himself should probably be wary as well… ”He” would probably kill him the next time they met.

He suddenly froze when he heard a quiet rustling sound not far from him... Of course, he could stand up for himself... But... If it was just a demon, he would have already attacked him…