C550 Why Is His Highness Trying to Kill Me?

Xiao Xiao left her study and walked towards the bamboo garden. The night was very dark. The Prime Minister's Estate was filled with a cold wind, and the white mourning cloth hanging from the beams of the houses was swaying in the wind. The white mourning cloth caused the cold night to become even colder. The moon must have been frightened by the cold air of the Prime Minister's Residence