"Tonight's fireworks are even more brilliant than the night the former emperor was assassinated."
In the girls' dormitory room, Ming Yueyan suddenly blurted out such a rebellious statement. No one responded to her; all the Palace Masters were watching the night sky outside—fireworks signaling for help blossomed one after another under the moon, as lively as a New Year celebration.
The Imperial Academy had entered an emergency state. All the teachers residing at the academy had gathered; some went to guard the Platinum Tower, and others remained below the student dormitory. Just moments ago, teachers came to the student dormitory to take a headcount and instructed the students not to leave the dormitory, assuring them that the teachers would protect them.
Ming Shuangli glanced at the teachers whispering downstairs, then suddenly returned to close the dormitory door and calmly said, "Something has happened."
