The six tightly shut carved wooden doors of Luohong Tower remained motionless, even the faintest breeze failed to enter, leaving only the sound of nocturnal insects and the whisper of the wind through the open windows.
"Good! Good!" The Emperor was furious, his bloodshot eyes scouring for a handy weapon, "I will do it myself! I will personally execute this treacherous minister and traitor."
Bai Qingyan and the Eldest Princess coldly observed the Emperor, who was on the verge of insanity, their eyes equally aloof.
"Calm your anger, Your Majesty!" Gao Demao clung desperately to the Emperor's legs, pleading, "Your Majesty, the great tide has turned! The great tide has turned! Who can be a match for the battle-hardened Princess of Zhen?"
The clouds covering the moon dispersed with the wind, revealing a bright moon that illuminated the clashing weapons, the deafening sounds of battle, and the blood flowing like rivers in Luohong City...
