"So now, where could the infant who was swapped back then—the real Fourth Prince—be?" Zeng Anmin muttered softly.
Moonlight spilt into the courtyard. The pale rays cast upon Zeng Anmin's face, making him look somewhat eerie. To Bai Ziqing, his voice sounded more like a demon's whisper at this moment. In his ears, it carried the dread of King Yan coming to claim a soul.
GULP.
Bai Ziqing swallowed hard. For a moment, he dared not look Zeng Anmin in the eye. He turned his head stiffly to look at the grave mound. Bathed in the moonlight, the mound exuded a terrifying eeriness that made one afraid to look.
"Heh." Zeng Anmin chuckled. It was a chilling laugh. The pale moonlight outlined his two rows of stark white teeth, giving Bai Ziqing goosebumps all over. "Should we dig it up and take a look?" Zeng Anmin asked, staring intently at Bai Ziqing.
Bai Ziqing shook his head instinctively and forced a dry laugh. "That won't be necessary, right?"
