Prime Minister's Residence
On the second floor of a tavern not far from the main gate, directly facing the street.
Xie Hongdao had only just reached the eaves when he squeezed out the water and straightened his appearance. Rain drifted in from outside, and the sound of wind and rain rushed at him. The sky was a blur, and the distance could not be seen clearly.
"Banning all officials from mobilizing was originally an excellent move, but everything was within the Imperial Grandson's calculations." Xie Hongdao gradually understood.
"Xie Zhenqing, let's see whether you die this time."
Just as Xie Hongdao was savoring his triumph, his expression suddenly changed.
"Wait, the Prime Minister's Residence has opened its gates?"
Through the misty rain, an ox cart slowly emerged onto the dim road.
It was raining this hard, and they were still going out?
High in the sky at this moment, the fierce astral winds howled and the rain poured down in torrents, yet a gray figure moved through the curtain of rain with effortless ease.
It was a gigantic eagle, its wings beating continuously as a faint halo spread around it, keeping the wind and rain at bay.
Upon the eagle's back stood a lovely figure, her clothes bright and immaculate. Threads of airflow curled around her as she gazed solemnly down upon the earth.
From her perspective, all she saw was darkness, like muddy waters blending seamlessly with the sky.
In a daze, it was almost impossible to tell where the heavens ended and the ground began.
From above came tremendous roars now and then, rumbling and shaking, while flashes of lightning that tore through the darkness seemed almost within arm's reach.
Yin and yang clashed, giving birth to thunderous vibrations. The immense force was enough to make one