Foxes Among Wolves - Chapter 3 The Foxs Greeting
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Chatter echoed throughout the palace. The emperor dressed in the finest gold robes furiously stormed to the Divine Gate. He helplessly gasped at the reason for commotion, slightly trembling in fear. Pinned by an arrow on the door was his doom. A small, wooden fox carving swayed in the breeze. On the back was the message: Did you miss me?
“It can’t be possible,” Hong Weishan, the emperor, murmured. “It cannot be.”
“What does it mean, your highness?” Zhao Qiaolian, the imperial concubine asked, clinging to the emperor’s arm.
In the far back of the gathering crowd, Liu Disung closed his hand into a tight fist. Ten years passed but he could still recall the blood smeared on his father’s face and the assassin standing over him, a mask hiding his expression. The blade in the murderer’s hand shone in the sunlight and even in memory, the glare hurt Disung’s eyes. That assassin was never seen again. Until now. If the message was real, Disung could finally have his revenge.
The emperor continued to remain solemnly silent. No one dared to speak aloud their single, united thought: the Fox had returned. @@