Cold Palace, on the edge of a certain palace square.
A scene of dead silence was unfolding.
Dozens of people either stood or lay on the ground, all silent, staring at those freshly severed Jade Hands.
Zhao Rong squinted slightly, looked for a while, and felt he shouldn't have eaten too much dumpling soup this morning.
All because Qian'er had pushed the dumplings from her bowl into his.
"Hmm, this snack sent by Prince Li is quite interesting," he remarked.
Zhao Rong chuckled lightly, nodded, and broke the silence.
He walked forward nonchalantly, picked up the lid, covered the food box, and then gave a palace maid beside him a look that seemed fairly confident.
The latter, with trembling legs, stepped forward to take the food box.
However, the guard, who was kneeling and offering the box, shook his head and said, "The Prince also said that His Majesty, as a son of the Imperial Family, should surely be able to take it by himself."
