"Waaah!"
In the corner, several young imperial grandchildren raised in silk and luxury seemed to sense Jiang Ling's killing intent and burst into frightened tears.
The consorts and palace maids who normally lorded over others now fell to their knees, desperately knocking their heads against the floor.
"Please... spare us... we don't know anything..."
"The children are innocent!"
"They don't understand anything!"
Jiang Ling sneered.
Innocent?
Were the commoners burned alive in the great fire at the Barbican not innocent?
Was Jiang Ran, whom she had raised since childhood, who had wanted only to save this chaotic world, yet had finally been shot down by his own people in Death Valley, not innocent?!
They didn't understand?
Perhaps not now, but what about when they grew up?
Jiang Ling raised her bloodstained short blade high, about to slash down at them!
"Stop!"
At the very instant the blade was about to fall-
Clang!
A bloodstained spear caught Jiang Ling's blade!
Si Shuo, who had been holding back thousands of Imperial Guards outside the hall, had heard the desperate screams of the women and children within.
Amid the fierce fighting, he glanced back, jolted with shock, and rushed over in the nick of time.
"Jiang Ling! Enough!"
"The chief culprits have already been executed. The emperor and those dog officials are all dead. Ran'er has been avenged!"
"They're only women and children who can't even hold a blade steady!"
"Move!" Jiang Ling gritted her teeth, her short blade refusing to yield an inch.
"If you cut the grass without pulling out its roots, it will grow again when the spring wind blows. Spare them today, and tomorrow another tyrant will sit on that Dragon Throne, having climbed to power over other people's flesh and blood!"
"Twenty thousand soldiers died alongside Ran'er. Why