Autopsy

Shulitu shivered in his chair. The bloody scene inside of the Second Consort's tent still lingered in his mind. He could keep his cool in front of outsiders, but at heart, he was still terrified.

"That's different," he said. He was probably embarrassed about his discomposure, but Shulitu explained himself even though the Dragon King did not ask. "Killing and being killed is predictable… on the battlefield. But the two corpses were right there… Zhesu and Duoercha didn't expect to be killed. The dim light, the blood on the floor, and the Second Consort's eyes… I hope that the Dragon King doesn't laugh at me."

"No," Gu Shenwei replied. As a twelve year old kid, Shulitu's performance had been almost impeccable. "So, you think that the Second Consort schemed to kill the two of them."