The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Crystal's POV:

I gave serious consideration to the idea that Adela might have orchestrated this whole thing, but in the end I decided against accepting it.

Adela had just turn 18, and this was her first time entering the palace. Her actions up to this point suggested she was still a young girl with not much life experience.

If she was truly that cunning, she would have fabricated a perfectly plausible story in front of Rufus and Laura, and she wouldn't have made things less favorable for herself on numerous occasions. Evidently, she lacked the mental capacity to conceive of or carry out such a plan.

In addition, Rufus was the one who arranged for my accommodation. There was a lot of uncertainty involved. Adela might know the secret passage to a particular room, but she couldn't possibly know all the secret passages in the imperial palace.

Rufus was unaware of the secret passage to my bedroom, let alone Adela.

Who else could have constructed the secret passage in the imperial palace and keep it hidden from Rufus?

My mind kept wandering back to the past. It would seem that only Ethan, if he were still alive, could construct a hidden passageway without Rufus discovering it.

I tossed and turned in bed and couldn't fall asleep.

I had to know what happened to my son.

So I got out of bed and lifted the bed board again, entering the secret passage. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

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flashlight and studied the wall of the hidden

on the walls confirmed that this passageway had been constructed over a considerable period of time. On both sides, several wall lanterns had been put at one point, but they had rusted with time.

at these old traces, I speculated that this secret passage existed

I thought of Richard

treated Richard as his successor. Would Ethan

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existence of this secret passage, Richard would never return to

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despair and anxiety from

dejectedly, grabbed my hair, and forced myself to

it be? Who would think that my son had offended their interests? Who could make such a

floor angrily, feeling

I slowly sank to the floor, leaned against the wall, closed my eyes,

idea occurred to