"Be careful!" Zhao Song shouted, dashing out of his seat. At the same time, a bright, white object flew out from behind! As Tu Da's fist was about to land on Chu Qiao's back, the object smashed into Tu Da's head, carving a big, bloody wound in his head! At this moment, Chu Qiao had just kowtowed on the floor.
Tu Da's eyes widened in disbelief. Blood oozed out of his mouth and nostrils. With a lifeless look, he collapsed on the floor, bleeding heavily from the back of his head. The sight tugged at people's heartstrings.
"How audacious!" Zhama raged, jumping out from her seat. "How dare you carry a weapon in front of the Emperor! Are you intending to rebel?"
Yan Xun, unfazed, sat in his chair. He held a porcelain shard between his index and middle finger and retorted coldly, "Is a cup considered a weapon too?"
The audience was shocked. Yan Xun had actually used a broken cup to kill Tu Da!
