On the night of the heavy rain, he whispered to his mother's soul: Sixteen years of blood debt must be repaid. On the surface, he looks like a good-for-nothing prince who has been recuperating for three years, but in fact, he is a ghost-faced scholar with the best marksmanship in the world. There is no system and no golden fingers. We rely on wisdom to break the situation and use force to suppress the situation. In this life, he does not fight for the throne, but only investigates his mother's hatred; he does not care about power, but only protects one person. Later, it was spread all over the capital: King Chen smiled and his blood flowed thousands of miles.
