The heavy rain poured down ceaselessly, like a curtain of beads cascading from the sky, forming a continuous stream along the eaves, as if capable of indenting the bluestone slabs.
Accompanied by thunder, the situation in Shangjing City was getting unpredictable.
"Who spread those messages outside?"
Yu Tingwan leaned against the octagonal pavilion by the pond, holding fish food in her hand, which she scattered onto the water's surface.
Back then, General Jing Yuan secretly rescued Ying Fuyan, who had been tortured beyond recognition. This was with the tacit approval and protection of Emperor Ying.
In that cold and desolate place, there were doctors specifically arranged for Ying Fuyan, always keeping him on the brink of life so he could be repeatedly tormented.
After the false death was arranged by my uncle, the officials in Lingnan panicked.
But how could they dare report it?
King Yan was strangled to death with iron chains by them under the Holy Emperor's orders.
