With this confession, Zhang Beixing finally sank into contemplation.
He fell into a long bout of thinking; the beginning and end of this matter seemed far less simple than it appeared on the surface.
The one who assassinated the former emperor might have had some other scheme.
And as for this Palace Maid, how did she get entangled in all of this?
Countless questions flashed through Zhang Beixing's mind; the more he thought, the more he felt there had to be something fishy here.
In that instant, a cold gleam flashed in his eyes.
An unprecedentedly vicious aura coiled around him.
Zhang Beixing suddenly raised his head, his sharp gaze stabbing toward the Palace Maid like a drawn sword.
"Speak the truth, or today will be the day you die!"
The Palace Maid trembled violently with fright; she had never seen such a terrifying Monarch.
She seemed to see the killing intent in Zhang Beixing's eyes, condensing in the air as if it were solid.
