"Your Majesty! This is bad! The rebels have broken in!"
A palace attendant, clothes disheveled and face deathly pale, scrambled up Star Plucking Tower on hands and knees, his voice trembling with terror.
At this moment, there was not the slightest grim desolation of a collapsing kingdom atop Star Plucking Tower.
Di Xin sat before the table, drinking with Daji seated across from him. They laughed and chatted brightly, still appearing as though they were indulging in pleasure and living freely at ease.
But upon hearing the attendant's urgent report, Di Xin's hand froze abruptly as he raised his cup.
A trace of grief and unwillingness flashed through the depths of his eyes before he forcibly suppressed it.
He turned his head and looked gently at Daji beside him, his voice soft, nearly a whisper. "My beloved, the tide has turned. My time has come. If you wish to leave, go on your own. There is no need for you to die for the kingdom with me."
Hearing this, Daji forced a faint smile, but her gaze was incomparably resolute. "Wherever Your Majesty is, that is where I shall be."
Di Xin looked at her, and a trace of reluctance crossed his eyes.
Daji gently shook her head, her smile tender yet resolute. "When Your Majesty dies for the kingdom, someone should accompany him. I was born humble, with a shallow fate, yet I am willing to accompany Your Majesty on this final journey."
Upon hearing this, the last trace of bleakness in Di Xin's heart transformed into warmth. A relieved smile rose on his lips. "Then I have wronged you, my beloved."
He turned to the terrified attendant and waved a hand indifferently. "Go. Prepare everything according to my previous instructions."
The attendant's face turned ashen. He knew what