Jinling City, Song Family.
Prince Jing and Song Qingyun were drinking wine and playing chess.
At this time, it was raining heavily outside the window, and the raindrops fell on the banana leaves in the courtyard, making a ticking sound. In this quiet rainy night, it was not noisy; on the contrary, it had a unique artistic charm.
After Song Qingyun placed a piece, he lifted his gaze towards Prince Jing sitting opposite him.
"Your Highness, the body of Prince Chu has not been found yet. I'm afraid this will not convince the people in the capital."
Prince Jing toyed with the chess piece in his hand and did not rush to place it. He curled his lips into an intriguing smile, "Do you think finding the body of Prince Chu is really that important?"
Song Qingyun was slightly taken aback, showing a hint of surprise on his face.
"Your Highness, do you mean it's not important to find Prince Chu's body?"
