A chill slanting rain seemed to weave a net.
It bound every person trapped in the frenzied slaughter. The air was heavy and oppressive; the resplendent palace was steeped in grim killing intent. Dense blades flashed like frost, lightning illuminating both their cold edges and the twisted, savage faces beneath them. Rain mingled with blood, while pale faces on the ground stared with eyes that would not close.
The damp wind carried a nauseating, pungent scent of rust.
The changing of dynasties was always accompanied by blood rain and savage winds. Imperial clansmen, princes, nobles, and innocent palace maids and eunuchs of thirteen or fourteen alike could not escape the cruel, cold-blooded purge. To prevent important figures from disguising themselves among the maids and eunuchs and slipping away, it was easier to kill them all at once. After all, one clean stroke of the blade was far more convenient than exhausting oneself with a search everywhere later.
Palace lanterns swayed in the wind and rain as more than thirty young palace maids, scarcely in their teens, wept and fled.
Behind them, armored rebel soldiers followed like wolves and tigers. They shouted for the others not to kill anyone yet, intending first to indulge their lust, driving the palace maids toward a certain hall to do as they pleased. At a time like this, no one cared in the slightest whether lowly palace maids lived or died...
"Brothers! The prettiest one is mine! Tonight, we can have all the fun we want, hahaha~"
The leading general grinned viciously and seized the prettiest young palace maid. Laughing wildly, he lifted the girl up, utterly unconcerned as she punched and kicked him. He treated it merely as the pleasure of enjoying a captured prey's resistance.
Yet just as the rampant rebels excitedly pounced