Sunlight shone upon the fire-ravaged ruins, where the royal guards were lifting several charred bodies from the debris, unable to discern which one was His Majesty the King; only a DNA test could confirm.
Tan Rou stood behind Samiyi, who was in front of the ruins, looking utterly helpless with nobody by her side.
Laka, who had been dealing with affairs outside, had also returned. Upon receiving the news, he couldn't believe that there had been a coup at the palace, nor could he believe that his father had been killed in an explosion. That was His Majesty the King; how could he possibly be killed by an explosion in his own home?
"It's all my fault." Samiyi said with a face full of sorrow: "To lay a trap for Busodi, I had some of the royal guards moved from the palace and gathered the rest in the council hall. I didn't expect Busodi would send people here."
