At this moment, with a whoosh, an arrow pierced through the paper window and flew straight towards Charles. Charles panicked for a moment and quickly dodged aside. Miao Qing, however, sat calmly, seemingly not at all nervous. "Who—!" Dodging the arrow, Charles suddenly shouted loudly, and the trusted aides he brought from the West immediately emerged from the shadows. Under their protection, Charles boldly looked outside the house. Outside under the trees, shadows flickered, and there stood a man with ruined features, golden-haired, and unkempt beard. His eyes held a deep bruise, his appearance haggard beyond recognition. Moreover, his clothes were tattered, ragged, like a wild man from the mountains. His arms and thighs were scratched by branches, revealing scarred wounds beneath the skin. "William?" Charles was stunned, then laughed disdainfully: "You useless man, you still dare to appear before me!?" William’s face was wooden, "You killed her." His beloved woman had been desecrated, brutally murdered, and tortured. He knew who the culprit was, for it was his brother. He understood Charles’ proclivities more than anyone and was familiar with his filthy, vile, contemptible nature. He held a homemade wooden bow, the very image of despair. He came seeking revenge, yet he also came seeking death. William was alone, while Charles was guarded heavily. It was not easy to sneak in unnoticed. Moreover, since he came today, he hadn’t thought of leaving alive. He came to perish with Charles! Without her, without the woman he deeply loved, what meaning was there left in life? Born from the same root, why torment each other so quickly? He did not fight or compete, he was naturally kind-hearted, but his brother had never treated him as human, only taking pleasure in his pain. Grasping the Longbow with his right hand, his left arm had once been broken, rendering it useless. Hence he used his teeth, his mouth, to hold the arrow and draw the bow to shoot. With a whoosh, the arrow flew towards Charles. Some people are very foolish and naive. Like William once was. Before coming to the Eastern Land, he lived a life of luxury. He treated others kindly. He and Charles were born of the same mother, yet somehow, since they were young, the Monarch disliked his brother. He was chosen as the heir to the throne. Later, he inadvertently overheard a story. It was rumored that the reason the Monarch disliked Charles was because Charles had tortured a Servant Girl to death as a child. The Monarch believed that Charles’ brutal nature was unfit to be his successor, and even less suitable to be a Monarch. But William was deceived by Charles. He believed Charles’ clever lies, thinking the Monarch’s dislike stemmed from bias. But until the two brothers went out to sea, they lost their way due to a giant wave. Unluckily, all of William’s trusted aides perished, and when the two landed on the Eastern Land, Charles gradually revealed his true colors. It was a long, long time afterward that William finally realized that perhaps those trusted aides were also killed by Charles. If not, how could it be so coincidental? Because of the giant wave, he fell unconscious, and upon waking, several of Charles’ men were dead or wounded, but none of William’s trusted aides survived. A prince of a kingdom, in the end, ended up in such a tragic state, whom should he blame? Should he blame himself for trusting his brother too easily before, blame himself for being too foolish and naive, or blame Charles for being too cruel?