C238 Doubt

East Palace, Concealed Court.

"Ah, oh, ah!"

The rhythmic screams became more and more mournful, accompanied by a series of whimpers. Under the pear tree, Jun Ximo contentedly sat there sipping his tea. Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter were fanning him as they peeked at the dynasty on the ground with sympathy.

"Your Highness, please spare this servant