The Emperor's voice was high and mighty, as if he himself were an old, rust-ridden sword, yet he had his own convictions and the pride of an emperor.
No sooner had the sound faded than Zhang Lanyi, cradled in Lai Fu's arms, violently spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, and then fainted away.
Yan Wanqing's complexion turned ashen.
She stood opposite the Emperor with her army, and in the end, they both suffered a mutually damaging defeat.
Yan Lingzhen pushed her way out from the crowd of courtiers, her face pale, and threw herself down in front of Zhang Lanyi—her silver needle continuously plunging as sweat visibly beaded on her forehead.
Xiao Pingfeng looked up at the Imperial Edict in her hand, his handsome face awash with complexity.
The court officials murmured amongst themselves, lost without their pillar of strength.
