"Zhaixing Pavilion?" On hearing these three words, Li Ming'an's eyes narrowed slightly.
Although he had been staying at the mansion lately, he had heard about things happening in the Imperial City, both big and small.
He was completely clear on the origins of Zhaixing Pavilion, and he knew that its construction in the Imperial Palace wasn't for blessings, but rather to dispel a nightmare about the blood moon.
But like the second prince, he hadn't paid much attention to the matter.
"Indeed, the heaven worship ceremony is tomorrow. Although the blood sacrifice has already been resolved by Prince Tulan, it's uncertain whether the old Emperor cherishes his life so much that he still intends to target Princess Tulan," the second Prince declared with conviction. "And he can't blatantly send people to the hostel to invite Princess Tulan into the palace, else Prince Tulan would never let it rest."
