chapter 189 King's return

It was already late at night, but the lights in the execution hall were still on, and Wei Zhongquan seemed to be waiting for someone to arrive. A young man dressed in white as white as snow, holding a folding fan, looking like a weak scholar, walked slowly into the execution hall. Wei Zhongquan was wearing a gray-white robe and sitting at the head of the hall. When he saw the young man coming in, he immediately smiled and asked politely. "Shuhua, it's so late, what's the urgent matter you...