King Zhou could not be bothered to argue with Huang Feihu over that so-called "misunderstanding."
He rose abruptly, the hem of his sleeve sweeping across the table and stirring a foul wind. His gaze snapped toward the hall entrance, his voice as cold and emotionless as a frozen pool.
"Guards!"
Countless armored soldiers outside sprang into action at the call. Iron armor clashed as they instantly surrounded the hall like black clouds pressing down from above.
"Drag Imperial Concubine Huang into the dungeon," King Zhou said in an ice-cold voice. "Lock her in the prison where Queen Jiang was once held!"
"Your Majesty! Have mercy, Your Majesty—!"
Imperial Concubine Huang was scared out of her wits, her despairing scream shattering the silence of the palace.
She scrambled desperately toward King Zhou's feet, only to be effortlessly seized by two burly Imperial Guards as though she were a chick.
Her cries and struggles seemed utterly laughable before such absolute strength. Her wrists cracked beneath those iron-pincer grips, and she was soon dragged outside.
She was hauled along the palace paths, her shrill cries gradually fading into the distance. All that remained were scattered pearls and ornaments on the ground, along with a trail of wet streaks left by her dragging body.
King Wucheng Huang Feihu stood rooted to the spot, his back drawn taut like a fully strung bow.
He watched his own sister being dragged away, his heart twisting like a knife, yet he clenched his teeth and did not dare plead for her in the slightest.
He understood the situation all too clearly.
King Zhou's words about "driving the queen and his father-in-law to their deaths" had already nailed down the charges. If Huang Feihu fell to his knees and begged now, not only would he fail to save