"If Your Highness wishes to persuade Your Majesty to change his mind, then please do it quickly."
He raised a finger and pointed at the sky, saying, "At noon, they will be buried."
Jiang Gao's gaze was icy as he turned to look at the imperial city within the capital of Ying Country. Ever since the Qin Yulong affair, he had never set foot in the palace again. He had, after all, remained guarded against his younger brother—but at this moment, he could no longer refuse to go.
He looked at the commoners who had been seized and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, don't be afraid."
"Even if it costs me my life,"
"I will still bring back this Imperial Decree!"
He turned, spurred his horse, and entered the palace, galloping all the way. The heart of a gentle, mellow gentleman he once had began to fissure and mutate, seething with fury. Those who seek fame are bound by fame; those who seek beauty are bound by beauty.
