"Let me go! Help—"
The shrill cries of desperation rose from the direction of the city gate, like the howl of a tormented ghost.
Accompanied by the relentless fall of rain from the sky, the ruthless drops battered Wu Zhen's form.
Washing the fresh blood from her wounds and mingling with the mud on the ground, the bright red quickly lost its vivid hue.
Wu Zhen clung powerlessly to the city gates, her fingers digging into the cracks, vainly trying to open the hefty doors with her own strength.
It was, of course, a futile effort.
"Hong Wu, I was wrong, please, I beg you, spare my life! There was never any deep hatred between us... Moreover, I am Wu Bie's maternal aunt—" She turned around and knelt before the black-clad Hong Wu, hands clasped together as she begged pitifully for mercy.
To an uninformed onlooker, this scene would surely paint Hong Wu as cruel, capable of such heartless indifference towards an elderly woman.
