Brother's Aura

After Xia Mang Guanyu left, Jiang Shang, who was hiding behind Hu Qing, cautiously peeked out. In these years, she had grown quite a bit, blossoming into a somewhat reserved young woman.

"What's wrong?" Hu Qing looked down at Jiang Shang, noticing a hint of fear in her eyes.

Jiang Shang shook her head, her eyes teary and sorrowful. "I sensed my brother's aura on His Highness just now!"

As these words were uttered, Hu Qing's expression changed. The bloody sacrifice from over a decade ago replayed in his mind.

The Wuliang Buddha was fine, unaffected by it.

The Crown Prince, upon hearing this, already aware of Jiang Shang's ordeal and knowing Hu Qing's deep-seated resentment, said with a strange tone, "My ninth brother did go astray before, but he returned to the imperial city over a decade ago after completing his trial and has changed quite a bit. I hope he can walk the right path!"

"Virtuous!" Hu Qing clasped his hands together.