The Li Family's massacre could not ultimately be concealed from Prince Chu.
Although Prince Chu had long anticipated that Emperor Yong'an would not spare the Li Family, when he truly learned of their annihilation, the heavy blow was unbearable. His health had never been good, and this incident left him bedridden.
The witch doctor had previously told Zhao Yao that even with proper care, Prince Chu would at most live another decade or so. Now, Prince Chu had fallen ill again, and he'd be fortunate to live even a few more years.
At this moment, Prince Chu leaned against the bed, his face pale and bloodless, weakly comforting Zhao Yao, "Tenth brother, I'm still holding on, aren't I?"
"Fourth brother, how can you say you're well in such a state?" The realization that Prince Chu hadn't long to live was a heavy blow for Zhao Yao, too. "It's all my fault." The way fourth brother had deteriorated was all his fault.
