The Hands of Fate

Xiao Juan returned to the Langjun Imperial Palace.

He learned from the servants that Niaoniao was in the guest room.

When he pushed open the door and walked into the guest room, he saw Niaoniao sitting in a chair, quietly looking at the charred corpse lying on the bed.

He wondered how long she had been looking at the corpse like that.

Xiao Juan called out, "Niaoniao."

Yu Niaoniao turned to look at him with a smile.

"You're back."

Xiao Juan walked to her side and squatted down. He looked into her eyes and asked.

"What were you thinking just now?"

Yu Niaoniao said, "I'm wondering what to do to make the truth come out."

"You've thought of something?"

Yu Niaoniao nodded. "Yes."

She looked at the charred corpse again with an unprecedented calm.