Although he still could not recognize the names or faces of these people,
He was certain... they were his former subordinates.
Fang Yu felt a surge of anger burning in his chest,
Nearly exploding.
A cool breeze blew by.
"People are coming!"
"Look, so many people..."
The noise of the crowd caught Fang Yu's attention.
He followed their gaze,
Only to see Empress Ziwei, clad in black with a black veil shrouding her head.
Beneath the black outer garment, she wore a white undershirt... so dignified.
Black gloves, black long boots.
Two bodyguards carried a chair each, placing them near the white cloth on the platform.
Just two chairs.
"Your Majesty the Empress!"
"Your Majesty the Empress!"
People on the platform bowed one after another.
Empress Ziwei ascended to the platform, her gaze sweeping across the crowd in the square as she slowly took a seat.
Then she glanced at the time.
Fang Yu frowned slightly, thinking to himself, what is this woman up to?
Could it be...
