Chapter 347 The Traitor

There was not even a breath of wind in the gloomy Donggong Chunhe Hall. There was no sound around, but Prince Zhu Gaochi seemed to hear the faint thunder in the sky. This morning, before dawn, Zhu Gaochi ran back and forth between Wenhua Hall, Donghua Gate, and Fengxian Hall. Although he took a car most of the time, he had rarely done this before. So much so that Zhu Gaochi's fleshy face was covered with red color.