บท 124: Death Looms (1)

There was no use crying over spilt milk, the Emperor knew, Mo Xuan Fei knew.

They could only pray, the men were slow to carry out their orders, and Jun Xian was still alive, or they would have to accompany him in death!

The cold wind blew, but it was not as cold as the chilling scene of slaughter before the people. The suffocating smell of blood churned their stomachs, this night, the Kingdom of Qi lost one third of their officials, their heads laid in front of the palace gates, in the dust.

After the last of the officials fell to the ground lifeless, Jun Wu Xie lifted her arm. The Rui Lin Army soldiers stepped back, and wiped their blades and sheathed them, but unable to wipe off the fact that those blades claimed many lives that night.

Jun Wu Xie smiled at the Emperor.