You're Forcing My Hand

It was as if a peerless flower had been wantonly ravaged, stripped of all its former beauty.

Even Empress Ji's expression shifted when she saw this.

"Died in armor... died in armor..."

Her beautiful face had turned cold.

Her future self had died in battle.

Who had killed her?

She didn't know.

The Suspended Sky Mirror couldn't tell her either. If it could, it would already be a Divine Artifact.

The future was wondrous, forever changing.

Perhaps from the instant she saw this scene, the future had already changed.

Empress Ji continued to gaze into the mirror, waiting.

Waiting for the Suspended Sky Mirror to show her a glimmer of hope.

Soon, the image of the Empress's gruesome death gradually faded from the mirror. It began to take shape again, transforming into another figure.

In an instant, Empress Ji's expression changed dramatically, disbelief written all over her face.

"How is that possible?"

"Why is it him?"

"Who exactly is he?"

Empress Ji blurted out three questions in a row, but the vast palace remained silent. No one answered.

"Thank you."

Ji Prefecture.

Inside a dilapidated Small Courtyard.

Zhao Zhugui accepted a bowl of noodles from a woman.

"Go ahead and eat."

The woman smiled warmly. Seeing Zhao Zhugui's handsome face, she hurried back into the kitchen to continue cooking.

She had gone to town to buy groceries that day, and on her way back, she'd spotted Zhao Zhugui staring blankly at a tree.

She was gone for an entire afternoon. When she returned, the man was still staring at that same tree.

He was strikingly handsome, and the clothes he wore looked exceedingly expensive.

Yet there was something strange about him.

"Stay at my house tonight. Things have been unsettled lately. Ancient God Beasts keep appearing at night."

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