“What happened?” Chu Xunxian asked.0

Zheng Xuanjun slowly calmed down to Chu Xunxian’s voice, but his face remained as white as a sheet.0

“Your Highness…” Zheng Xuanjun swallowed visibly before stammering, “Y-Young master Chu’s death… has already been spread.”0

“What? How? What happened?”1

Guo Ximian shot to his feet. There was a chill in his eyes, but even more confusion. He knew that there was no hiding Chu Wangsun’s death, which was why they weren’t planning on hiding it in the first place. But how did the outsiders know before they even began to spread the word?0

Right now, only a handful of people were aware of Chu Wangsun’s death. They were the Chief Libationist, Su Bancheng, the North Duke Office, and them. No one here had a motive to leak this, so who could have done this?0

Could it be…0

Suddenly, Guo Ximian had a bad feeling about this.0

“Tell me about the rumors. Now!” Chu Xunxian too realized...0