The fifth prince listened with his eyes wide and his mouth agape to the ghastly tale of Zhao Residence amid the broad daylight—a matter of actual foretelling rather than the idle speculations of a pregnant woman.
He looked at Hua Yan, "Fourth sister-in-law, how did you come to the conclusion that something would definitely happen to Minister Zhao?"
Hua Yan massaged her forehead and unrolled the list that Zhao Qingxi had sent back. The first name on the list made her face look extremely grim. She stared at that name for a moment then answered the fifth prince, "Just a feeling."
The fifth prince shut his mouth; he hadn't sensed anything at all.
Hua Yan scanned through the list, her expression growing increasingly ugly.
"Fourth sister-in-law, does this list involve some unsavory characters?" The fifth prince had only seen Hua Yan wear such an expression in the Northern Region, never recently.
Hua Yan handed over the list to him, "See for yourself."
