C375 The third prince's momentum

The next morning, in front of the Heavenly Flame Mansion's yamen's office, the sound of drums could be heard.

Wang Mo, dressed in all black, sat cross-legged in front of the yamen's entrance. Beside his hands were two urns containing bone ash, and a brush that had long since lost its ink.

On the entrance of the yamen's gate, there was surprisingly a huge word of grievance