In Wutong Garden, the lanterns were brightly lit.
Yuan'er leaned on the shoulder of Marquis Gu, her jet-black hair cascaded like a waterfall, gleaming and tantalizing, resembling fine black satin that one would be tempted to touch.
"Did you tell him where?" Yuan'er asked with a smile.
Marquis Gu extended his hand for her to see: "And you talk of karma to someone like me? I never believed in it. If there were karma, how did my father and brother end up like this? And why did the Former Crown Prince, a near-divine figure, meet such an end?
As I see it, if the heavens won't grant it, I will take it myself."
A thin layer of callus covered his palm and fingers, his thumb strong, four fingers slender, and the lines in his palm were clear and profound.
This hand's owner indeed has the means to say and do such things.
Yuan'er asked: "Then tell me, what kind of retribution do you desire?"
Marquis Gu's lips slightly pursed, a kind of indescribable desolation on his cold and proud face.
