Emperor Yun, his kind face, the transformation, was there. The warm, genial, diplomatic face — gone. Replaced by the cold, furious, absolute rage of a father and an emperor.
"ABSOLUTE OUTRAGE!" Emperor Yun roared. His voice, the amplified, imperial, rage-filled voice, filled the square. "HOW DARE YOU!"
The guards, the Azure Cloud guards, reacted. Instantly. The swords, the drawn, pointed, lethal swords, were at Shen Mu's neck. The steel, the cold, sharp steel, was on his skin. The blades, two, three, four, from every side, were there.
"How dare you!" a guard yelled. His voice, the furious, protective, furious voice, was there.
"Arrest him! Arrest this insolent—"
"Brother!" Shen Yue screamed. Her voice, the horrified, desperate voice, was there. Her body, the slender frame, lunged forward. "Brother, what are you saying?"
