Why was the door to the study open?
Director Fan was stunned. He furrowed his brows slightly and walked to the door of the study to look inside.
With just a look, Director Fan saw an unbelievable scene!
The lights in the study had been turned off at some point in time. The gauze curtains had all been covered. It was dark all around, giving people the illusion that it was already evening.
Director Fanâs brows furrowed even deeper. He focused and looked carefully. Only then did he discover a dispirited figure sitting on the ground.
That was...
The Emperor?!
Director Fanâs thoughts churned violently. His gaze locked onto the figure who had fallen to the ground and he let out a low cry in disbelief.
âYour Highness, whatâs wrongââ
Although he had not known Jiang Xuecheng for long, Director Fan had always known that this man would always be elegant and noble. He gave off an aura that was as clear as the snow on the peak of a mountain.
However, the pale-faced young man in front of him was like a beast that had been severely wounded. He was lonely, trapped, and could only struggle helplessly.
What on Earth had happened?!
Director Fan was puzzled. It seemed that Jiang Xuecheng had not heard his low cry just now.
Director Fan mustered up his courage and walked closer to Jiang Xuecheng in small steps.
However, before he could take two more steps, he suddenly saw the young man raise his head!
In an instant, their eyes met!
What kind of eyes were those!
The room was dark, and the even darker eyes of Jiang Xuecheng rolled with a cold light, like the dark sea on a rainy night, they were deep, cold, and hard to guess.
In Jiang Xuechengâs cold phoenix eyes, Director Fan clearly saw his reflection.
Director Fan kept quiet, and his hand suddenly stiffened.
An inexplicable chill spread throughout his body. For a moment, he even suspected that this young man would turn into a ferocious and crazy leopard and bite his throat out!
âYour Highness, why donât you turn on the lightââ
Director Fan looked at the young man with a strong and tense face and couldnât help but call out in a low voice again, trying to find Jiang Xuechengâs reason.
It wasnât that he wasnât afraid, but other than this, Director Fan really didnât know what else he could do.
Run away in a panic?
Director Fan didnât think he could outrun Jiang Xuecheng, and he didnât do anything. Director Fan believed that Jiang Xuecheng wasnât the kind of person who would easily vent his anger.
Jiang Xuecheng coldly looked at Director Fan. Director Fan unconsciously felt somewhat at a loss.
Just as Director Fan was feeling apprehensive, he suddenly heard Jiang Xuechengâs voice.
âDo you have a cigarette?â
For some reason, Jiang Xuechengâs voice was very hoarse, and his tone was not the same as usual.
He did not have that kind of intimidating presence, nor did he have that kind of coldness that kept people thousands of miles away. Instead, he was like an ordinary person, calmly asking for a cigarette.
Director Fan gulped. Jiang Xuechengâs words had completely stunned him!
His brows furrowed even more tightly, and even his breathing became slightly sluggish.
It was common knowledge that the emperor never smoked because Jiang Xuecheng did not like cigarettes. Even the guards on duty in the Godâs Palace did not dare to smoke in the emperorâs manor.
If they had to smoke while on duty, they would definitely find a hidden corner to relieve their cigarette addiction, hoping that no one would see them.
âYou donât?â
Seeing that Director Fan did not answer, Jiang Xuecheng raised his head again and glanced at Director Fan. His gaze was dark, and no one knew what he was suppressing.
Director Fan was frightened by Jiang Xuechengâs gaze. He finally came back to his senses and realized that he should fulfill the emperorâs request.
âYour Highness, you want a cigarette, right? Iâll get someone to bring it over. What type of cigarette do you like? Is there a specific brand?â
Director Fan was afraid of neglecting Jiang Xuecheng, so he asked a few questions.
However, there were only two words that answered Director Fan.
âGet anything.â
Did he mean to let him decide?
Director Fan was suddenly startled. After he reacted, he quickly nodded and agreed.
âOkay, Iâll get someone to prepare now.â
As Director Fan said this, he walked backward toward the door. When he saw the dark scene inside, he didnât know if he was possessed by a ghost, but Director Fan couldnât help but say something.
âYour Highness, itâs too dark here. Shall I turn on a light?â
When he saw the state of Jiang Xuecheng, Director Fan felt an inexplicable reluctance in his heart.
How did the clean-looking young man in his impression suddenly become like this, and even wanted to smoke for the first time?
The answer to Director Fan was silence.
Director Fan struggled for a while. Seeing that Jiang Xuecheng didnât speak, he took it as acquiescence.
He reached out and pressed on the touch screen switch at the side. In just half a second, Director Fan saw the most realistic yet illusory scene in the study.
The lights in the room shone brightly. The gorgeous crystal chandelier emitted a faint glow and fell on the dispirited figure on the floor.
Jiang Xuecheng had unknowingly lowered his head. His black hair hung down over his eyelashes, making it impossible to see Jiang Xuechengâs expression at that moment.
He was like a wounded beast, trying to soothe his wounds, but there was a sense of despair all over his body.
Director Fanâs heart was full of question marks until he inadvertently caught a glimpse of a metal object in Jiang Xuechengâs hand.
He saw a cold knife in Jiang Xuechengâs hand. The tip of the knife was still stained with blood.
That was...
In a split second, Director Fanâs heart skipped a beat. He suddenly understood where the wound on the high priestâs neck came from.
After Director Fan figured this out, a sudden lightning struck his mind and his ears buzzed!
Why did the High Priest and His Highness suddenly disagree and fight?!
The person who was injured was clearly the high priest. Director Fan looked at the dispirited figure of Jiang Xuecheng, but he had a feeling that the emperor was the loser.
Director Fan didnât dare to think too much. He was an insignificant person. The less he knew about this kind of thing, the better. He quickly stepped out.
...
Very soon, Director Fan delivered a box of cigarettes. It was a very expensive brand. It was sold in limited quantities every year. The nobles rushed to buy it to show off their status.
However, Jiang Xuecheng never smoked in the past. He did not understand the tricks behind it. However, even if Jiang Xuecheng knew, he would not care.
Jiang Xuecheng had never smoked before. However, he skillfully picked up the lighter and lit the cigarette butt.
Then he leaned over and took a light breath. A strong and slightly astringent smell immediately spread in the air.
Feeling the choking smell fill his throat, Jiang Xuechengâs brows furrowed.
But the young manâs posture of holding onto the cigarette was still elegant.
So Jiang Xuecheng continued to smoke. After all, he was not familiar with this matter. He suddenly choked and began to cough intermittently. It was obvious that he was not feeling well.
Looking at Jiang Xuechengâs appearance, Director Fan could not help but advise him.
âYour Highness, if you donât like it, then stop smoking. Itâs not good for your body to smoke too much. Why donât I call Miss Su over...â