Ten years... It's enough time for her to turn the tables!
Bai Qingyu slowly leaned against the palanquin, not bothering to feign illness, with a chilling smile at her lips. She lifted the hem of her robe, crossed her legs, and sat leisurely, her voice carrying undisguised contempt: "Why would I plead for Xiliang? The Emperor of Xiliang has likely forgotten how, three years ago during the battle in the southern borders, my elder sister spoke to Yun Poxing. Three years hence... it's time for Bai family's army to exact revenge! Your Majesty must remember today well. Today... the Zhou will annihilate Xiliang, without any concession!"
Li Tianjiao's pupils suddenly contracted, but before he could react in anger, chilling screams and the clash of armor and swords rang out beyond the empty grand hall.
"Protect His Majesty! Protect His Majesty! Assassins!" shouted the Xiliang Imperial Army outside the hall.
