The bedroom was in disarray, with the Imperial Guard Army retreating to the periphery, watching with trepidation.
Commander Qu clutched his sword and moved behind a pillar, revealing only his head.
At this moment, the dozen or so warriors lay on the ground, vomiting blood, seemingly with only one breath left.
All of the Empress's warriors were here.
The Empress was so terrified that she fell onto the dragon bed, her face pale.
"You... Who are you!!"
Her eldest daughter, did she not know her?
How could she possibly have such formidable skills?
Chuzheng walked up to the Empress, unfurled the blank Imperial Decree, and placed it beside her, "Her Majesty the Empress, write."
"Who are you really?"
Chuzheng handed over a brush dipped in ink.
The Empress shouted loudly without any decorum, "What have you done to my daughter!"
"Your Majesty, you didn't like her anyway, so why show concern now?" Chuzheng's tone was chilly.
The Empress's pupils contracted.
Indeed, she was not...
