The thunder and rain roared outside, while the king and his ministers were whispering inside.

By the time Zhao Song recounted what happened tonight at Yongquan Villa and Taoxi, more than half an hour had passed.

Because King Yao often asked questions.

Qiu Long followed King Yao, and the more he listened, the more frightened he became.

How could an operation to assassinate He Xiao involve so many secrets?

Cao Wendao, Qingyang, He Xiao, Princess Ya, Xue Zongwu...

Looking at King Yao's face again, he became more and more solemn, and in the end he was so gloomy that he was almost dripping with water.

After Zhao Song finished speaking, the hall was as quiet as a tomb, with only the sound of the thunderstorm outside resounding throughout the world.

After a long time, King Yao said to Zhao Song: "You are very good. You have reported merit! Now go back to Yongquan Villa and call He Xiao over after dawn!"

"yes!"

Zhao Song respectfully retreated.

Qiu Long was about to close the door, but King Yao waved his hand: "Open."

There was a cold wind and rain outside, with lightning and thunder, but King Yao walked to the door and took a deep breath of the cold air.

Only in this way can the boiling anger in his heart be somewhat appeased.

Qiu Long quickly grabbed a big cloak and put it on his shoulders: "Your Majesty, be careful of catching a cold!"
Chapter completed!