The mountain scenery was vast and desolate, the overlapping peaks of the Southern Border resembling jagged teeth of a giant beast. The winter night's cold wind swept over, and its vast outline gave an eerie feeling.
Deep in the night, the official road was deserted. Occasionally, a flock of crows would sweep over the trees, their shrill cries startling briefly before subsiding.
Chen Yi dashed through the night.
Back then, when he left the Capital City, he was pursued all the way to the Beiyao River and then to Huishou Cliff. Chen Yi never understood what the Mad Empress Dowager was thinking, nor did he need to know.
The hatred that nearly cut into his bones had long settled and fermented, making him yearn to end it all by killing her.
Unfortunately, the Imperial City was high and the moat deep, the Forbidden Guards were stringent, and further, the Emperor was far away.
