"Xu Zizhou!"
"Zhao Shucheng!"
"You two actually... You stand right there for this palace!"
Xiao Ze's eyes were bloodshot as he shouted without regard for his status, but no matter how he yelled, the two men didn't look back, riding their fast horses towards the Imperial Palace.
Xiao Ze watched as the two disappeared from sight, filled with hatred but could only watch as his men were being massacred by Xiao Zhen's and Ling Hua's forces. Ironically, they all deliberately avoided harming him, leaving him unscathed and standing there.
Helpless, Xiao Ze could only pray that the stab aimed at Ling Hua's heart had hit its mark and that, since he had delayed her for so long, Ling Hua was undoubtedly dead.
With no more obstacles, Liuli drove the carriage swiftly and steadily, quickly leaving the city gate behind and rushing towards Qiyun Mountain.
