An Ji spent three days and finally took down the city gates of the Imperial Palace, then charged straight into the inner court.
In the cold night, torches blazing everywhere, Gao Ziyue was besieged on the lofty Dragon Throne.
Gao Ziyue glared viciously at An Ji, gripping a Treasure Sword in his hand, so agitated he was almost manic; even the Dragon Robe on his body was in disarray. He snarled, "You traitor, you actually dare to raise troops in rebellion! For such monstrous treason, I'll exterminate your nine clans!"
"Your Majesty must have forgotten that ten years ago you already wiped out my entire household! If General Yuan hadn't shown a trace of mercy and spared my life back then, I'd have long since died under your tyranny!" An Ji's eyes were sharp and cruel.
His voice trembled with something he could hardly suppress.
