In a certain room within the royal palace, an elderly man dressed in a red robe with graying hair was sitting in a chair, reading a book. He was none other than Philip's grandfather, the Duke of the Y Country royal family, Feileke.
Suddenly, the sound of knocking echoed. Feileke put down the book and said, "Come in!"
A royal guard quickly walked in, standing before Feileke with a face that betrayed a mix of emotions.
"What has happened?"
Feileke looked at the royal guard and spoke.
"Young Master Philip, he…"
The royal guard hesitated, his tone faltering.
"What about Philip? Did he get into trouble again?"
Feileke's brow furrowed.
"Young Master Philip… he's dead!"
The guard spoke.
"What? Murdered? How is that possible? Who did it?"
Feileke stood up abruptly, his face filled with disbelief. His eyes gleamed with fury.
"It was a Chinese man!"
The royal guard spoke.
"A Chinese man?"
