Atop the city wall, after hearing Ji Fa's harsh, furious denunciation, the corner of King Zhou's mouth immediately curled into a faint, indifferent sneer.
Still making such a racket with death at his door. These rebel ministers of Xiqi were ultimately only capable of empty words and false accusations.
He turned his head to look at the soldiers standing by at his side, his voice calm, yet carrying the unquestionable majesty of the Human King.
"Go. Invite Our three beloved consorts to the top of the wall."
The military order fell, and several armored soldiers immediately accepted the command, turned, and strode away in haste, heading straight for the depths of the palace harem.
At this moment, Zhaoge's harem no longer had the scenes of singing and dancing in peace, nor its former extravagance and splendor.
The hall was terrifyingly quiet. The Three Demons stood before the window, gazing through the palace lattice at the Xiqi army outside the city that blanketed heaven and earth, stretching endlessly into the distance. Their expressions differed, but unease and dread filled all their hearts.
The Pheasant Spirit's face had gone pale, and her voice carried panic she could hardly conceal.
"Sister, now Great Shang has reached the end of the road. Zhaoge is besieged, and the greater tide is gone.
We have already completed the task entrusted to us by Empress Nuwa—disrupting the Shang Dynasty's fortune, hollowing out Great Shang's foundations... Shouldn't we look for a chance to slip away?"
When Daji heard this, there was not the slightest panic on her peerlessly beautiful face. Instead, a bone-piercing viciousness suddenly flashed through her eyes.
Her tone was cold and steady. "It is not enough. King Zhou is not dead. We absolutely cannot leave."
Beside her, the Jade Pipa Spirit and the Pheasant Spirit