The bloodstains in the great hall had just been wiped clean, yet the surviving people began a new round of power struggle and profit snatching, as if everything was a cycle that would not cease due to the fresh blood and death.
Standing by with a cold eye, Chen Xiang seemed to understand why her mentor said that the mortal world was a huge dye vat, utterly meaningless.
While they were conversing, suddenly a eunuch rushed in frantically, seemingly in such a hurry that he tripped on the steps. However, it appeared he had no time to attend to his injured face, continuing to run madly.
With a thud, the eunuch, his face a mess, knelt before Zhao Pu and cried out in panic, "Your Majesty, it's not good! There's a group of rebels outside that seem to be charging into the Capital City!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Pu furrowed his brows and asked, "Where did these refugees come from? Did you take a good look?"
