Under such circumstances, Ye Zhuchan took action herself.
...
Lion Blood Pass.
At the third watch, the sound of the clapper echoed heavily in the silent night sky.
Inside the central tent, the candle flames flickered unsteadily with the gust of wind through the camp.
Li Kuanglan was seated upright in the tent, meticulously polishing the sword in his hand.
This sword, which had been with him for nearly thirty years, seemed just like him; despite its age and wear, it carried an increasingly intense aura of battlefield bloodshed deep in its core.
Five days ago, in front of the envoy sent from the Capital, he had struck this sword on the table and coldly said: "Tell the Empress Dowager, I only recognize the Tiger Talisman bestowed by the late Emperor, not some Nine Golden Volumes!"
These words reached the Capital, angering Luo Wanqing and causing her to fling half a room's worth of memorials.
The Li Family's lineage had been loyal and heroic for generations.
