Prince Lu's son opened his eyes wide, staring at the top of the tent. His body was very weak, with various wounds still unhealed, causing excruciating pain with every movement, reminding him how perilous the situation was.
If he ever found out who was responsible, he would surely tear that person to pieces, to appease the hatred in his heart!
Prince Lu's son was both grieved by his father's death and hateful of the person behind the scenes who destroyed everything that belonged to him. If his father became Crown Prince, he would eventually become the Emperor, and his son, Prince Lu's son, would then be the Crown Prince.
Their lineage would be honored infinitely, blessings extending to their descendants for generations.
Yet now, recalling these thoughts, he only felt bitterness and fury.
