"Eighth Prince... AAGH..."
The eunuch who tried to stop him hadn't finished his sentence before Sang Zhi's sword pierced his chest. He fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and then breathed his last.
"Ah..."
The Empress and her attendants turned to see the scene, all of them shocked. A timid palace maid screamed in fear.
Seeing Sang Zhi, the composure Consort Yuan had just regained vanished as anger surged in her chest. Her beautiful eyes glared fiercely at the newcomer.
Sang Qi's young face was grim. He had never seen Sang Zhi with such an expression.
Sang Zhi advanced, longsword in hand, his eyes as red as dripping blood.
"Eighth Prince, please halt." Seeing that something was amiss, one of the Imperial Guards quickly stepped forward, bowed, and tried to block his path.
Sang Zhi swung his longsword at the Imperial Guard without a hint of mercy. The guard's figure flashed as he dodged the blade.
"Du Yi,"
he called out in a cold voice.
