Li Che watched as Xi Xi entered the Strange Que to begin the third and final trial.
He slowly withdrew his gaze.
...
...
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
On the official road, the spring breeze rustled with an unusual intensity.
The sunlight was dazzling, and the hills were alive with the vibrancy of spring.
Li Che slowly opened his eyes. Standing tall and straight like a spear, he perched atop a poplar tree newly adorned with budding green leaves. The flowers bloomed, and a cuckoo softly called.
The spring wind brushed his face, whipping his black hair into a wild frenzy, lashing against the air with a sharp sound.
In his pupils, the scene of Xi Xi stepping into the Mysterious Fog within the Strange Que appeared and simultaneously dissipated.
Even though he had come to assassinate the Princess Consort, Li Che still kept an eye on his daughter's situation.
A parent-child event for his daughter? Li Che would never want to miss that.
