Chapter 21: Time To Settle The Accounts

“Pfft—”

After Tang Wanning left, the surroundings were silent, no wind, no shadow. Zhao Cong covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed up blood.

The bloodstain instantly sullied the plain handkerchief, speckling it like little stars. Its color was dark and heavy. The man in the wheelchair was not only aloof in temperament, even his blood had lost its vitality, unlike that of ordinary people.

Eunuch Tian was distraught and immediately took down a long-necked porcelain bottle he carried, pouring out a brown pill. “Your Highness, quick!”

Such a large mouthful of blood. Who knew how long he’d been...