"Eighth Prince, you shouldn't go right now," Du Yi said. "No one at the General's Manor will welcome you."
"I don't care how the General's Manor treats me. I have to see her."
"Suit yourself."
Du Yi's face was pale. He tossed out those two words and turned, heading for the palace gate.
Sang Zhi clenched his fists. 'Not allowed to be buried on Beili soil?'
'The people of Beili killed her, and now they issue a decree like this to humiliate her.' At this thought, he spun around and stormed back the way he came. 'He's even banishing her…'
'An Emperor... Imperial power is nothing but a sordid pursuit of self-interest. He lost his humanity long ago!'
"Eighth Brother," Sang Yan called, approaching from the direction of the front hall.
Sang Zhi acted as if he hadn't heard and quickened his pace.
Sang Yan hurried to catch up. "Eighth Brother, where are you going?"
Sang Zhi remained silent, his walk breaking into a run. He wished he could fly to the General's Manor that very instant.
