The old emperor hurriedly lifted the hem of his dragon robe, preparing to slip into the dark secret passage.
The sounds of fighting outside grew louder and closer. No matter how furious, resentful, or unwilling he felt, none of it mattered now.
At this moment, he no longer cared about imperial dignity.
Like a stray dog fleeing for its life, he tore off the heavy crown from his head and flung it aside before stepping into the entrance of the secret passage.
The moment he looked up and saw only pitch-black darkness, panic surged in his chest. He hurriedly turned his head and shouted at the eunuch behind him, "Quickly! Bring a lantern!"
No matter how reluctant he was to abandon this vast palace, he understood that the situation was already hopeless. If he were even a step too slow, once the people of the King of Huainan stormed into this room, he would truly lose his life.
