"Yue'er..."
Li Qingmu called softly, his gaze deepening. Yue'er, his Yue'er, perhaps was still in this world!
He felt a warmth slowly returning to his heart.
Even though this was merely his speculation, it was better than despair. This was also his only mental support as he struggled in the Daliang Palace with nothing.
"Your Highness, I know you must have received the grim news of the Princess Consort's assassination. I was worried you might not be able to handle it, so I came to find you overnight! I hope these clues will be useful to you!"
Li Qingmu shifted his gaze and said calmly, "Thank you, this news is indeed very useful to me!"
It was more than useful. It was practically a shot in the arm!
A shot in the arm that allowed him to survive!
