At this moment, it was nearly the fifth hour, and a sliver of pale light emerged on the horizon.
Jiang Shaohua, holding a long spear, walked out of Zhaohai Palace expressionlessly. Song Yuan and several hundred of the Emperor's personal guards surrounded her, each gripping a sharp weapon, radiating murderous intent.
The informants inside Zhaohai Palace had been removed, while hidden in the shadows outside were some Death Warriors waiting for an opportunity. Witnessing this formation, their scalps tingled, unable to find a chance to act, nor having the courage to do so.
Jiang Shaohua scanned the surroundings with her gaze. Although she saw no one, she seemed to sense something. She said to Song Yuan, "Today, the palace gates need not be opened, and the morning court session can be suspended for a day. Take advantage of today to 'clean up' the palace thoroughly."
Either do nothing or leave no stone unturned.
