A muffled "boom" was heard.
Liu Ji was mercilessly tossed by the soldiers in front of his house door.
Inside, Qin Yao heard the noise, rushed out, and just as she glimpsed the soldiers' backs, she wanted to give chase.
Suddenly, her thigh was tightly embraced by someone.
Looking down, it was the crying and snot-nosed Liu Ji.
In a hoarse voice, he struggled to say, "Don't, don't chase."
Qin Yao's brows knitted tightly.
Seeing the neighbors attracted by the commotion, she quickly seized him, pulling him through the door.
"Liu Ji, where have you been?"
In the courtyard, Qin Yao stood on the steps of the main hall's entrance questioning.
Liu Ji sat on the cold stone slabs of the martial field, wiping away the tears caused by pepper spray, awkwardly explaining:
"Just, it was, uh... I took a few thousand people to the palace gates to request the Heavenly Empress's ascension, and then... this happened..."
