"Clop-clop—clop-clop—"
The muffled footsteps came from afar and gradually approached.
Rong Jing walked slowly from the steps outside Xiaoxiang Palace.
He wore Black Dragon Boots and a black cloak embroidered with a ferocious roaring golden dragon in gold thread. He looked less like an Emperor and more like a traitor.
He was naturally pale, with lips bright red. At this moment, his face appeared eerily handsome in the dark, and his almond-shaped eyes carried a mocking expression, resembling a ghost in the night.
Beside him, Zhang Fengcai and another eunuch carried lanterns, bowing slightly.
"Fifth Young Master Rong, your servant instigated his master to leave the palace yesterday, committing a grave crime. The Emperor showed mercy, sparing his worthless life, only giving him thirty lashes and questioning him to teach him a lesson," Zhang Fengcai's voice was soft and cold.
Rong Heng closed his eyes, the smell of blood filled his nostrils, and said, "Emperor."
