Night.
Eastern Palace.
Several torches cast an eerie glow over the surroundings.
Princess sat calmly in a chair in the courtyard, idly playing with a Jade Ruyi.
Firelight illuminated her profile, outlining the exceptionally smooth curve of her jaw.
She wore court robes, and a trace of amusement rested upon her exquisite face.
Her words fell.
Wang Di's brows knitted tightly together.
Blood still dripped from the long blade in his hand.
His armor was splattered with stains of blood.
"General Wang, if you retreat now, I shall pretend I never saw you tonight."
Princess's voice carried a trace of indifference.
Her eyes met Wang Di's steadily.
A light breeze brushed through her hair.
Lifting it into a perfect arc.
Her words fell.
Wang Di narrowed his eyes slightly.
At that moment, his long blade gathered its full momentum.
"If this matter fails today, Wang will surely die."
"So Wang still wishes to give it everything he has."
As he spoke, his long blade slowly rose, casting an exceptionally dazzling arc of light against the moonlight.
The Martial Arts True Qi within him began to boil at that moment.
His voice was calm.
"Princess."
"Now, the Second Rank Ancestors in the Capital have left the city."
"Si Zhongxiao has also left the city with Bai Ziqing."
"Master Xu is forbidden from interfering in the imperial family's internal strife."
"Xiang Donglai is grievously wounded, barely clinging to life."
"No one can stop Duke Ning."
"If Your Highness knows what is good for you, why not personally cut off that little fatty's head and offer it to this general?"
By this point, Wang Di's face was full of cold sneers.
"Once tomorrow settles the matter for good, I will certainly report to the Duke and ensure Your Highness receives credit for a